The teenaged crack dealers are here.
The Girl Scouts are back, and in your face.
I speak of the damn Girl Scouts, and it is cookie sales season.
It is the time of year where you have to run the gauntlet to get into the grocery store, or have your doorbell rung every other day with some adorable young lady hawking the most addictive substance on the planet.
No, not meth or crack. I am talking about Girl Scout Cookies.
Over the years, I have seen an evolution of their tactics and methods. From posters with phone numbers or other methods for ordering so you don’t actually have to talk to these dealers of devastation.
But this year I have been completely blown away. We got a postcard with instructions to order, and a QR code to direct you to a web page to place your order.
You, young lady, have earned my honest respect.
Yeah, we got Samoas, Thin Mints, and some others. We also bought a couple of boxes to donate to those who can’t afford them. Yeah, that was an option.
Yeah, I am weak. I admit it.
Dealers of Devastation. 🤣🤣🤣☠️ That sums it up. Excellent!
Hilarious 😂