Tomorrow is the big day. The first of two Girl Scout Cookies sales. It’s supposed to be 55 and rainy. I can’t wait. Back when the girls said they wanted to do sales, I said, “I will give up two weekends of my life for this. That’s it. Be prepared: the weather will suck.”
Personally, while I would love for the 70 degree weather to have stuck it out for two more days (would it have been so hard?), I’m just thankful it’s not supposed to snow.
So for 8 hours tomorrow, Snarky Daughter and I will be hocking cookies. I’ll be the one in the “Come to the Dark Side, we have cookies” t-shirt. I will also be the cranky one teaching everyone how to count back change because, yes, this is a skill you should have learned while playing Monopoly, and yes, you will use it later in life. Usually to get the correct change out of the kid at McDonalds who can’t figure out how much money to give you because he mis-keyed the amount you paid him.
Eight hours, you say? But why? There are good reasons for this. I do believe in supporting the organization, and our troop does get 50-some cents per box of cookies sold which will help pay for activities for the troop for the rest of the year. Those are the noble reasons, and even one of those is questionable.
But the reason I got behind the sales is that if Snarky Daughter sells 500 boxes of cookies, she’s in a drawing for a $2,000 college scholarship. Last year, 16 girls in her age group sold over 500 boxes. There are four scholarships, so each of those girls had a 1 in 4 chance of willing a scholarship.
Two words: law school.
I have no way of paying for college, let alone law school. Ahem, remember that plan we talked about where you all bought 1 million copies of The Heiress and Her Fake Fiancé for 99 cents? I’ve kept up my end of the bargain; I wrote it and made it available on Amazon. Work with me, people!
Anyway, Snarky Daughter did reasonably well selling cookies leading up to the sales, and there is a slim possibility that if she sells really well this weekend, and everyone I know buys several boxes of cookies for the troops, that she could actually make the goal. Unlikely, since she’s not the only girl in the troop selling this weekend, but still, a possibility.
So, looking forward to 8 hours in the rain, outside a grocery store, with lots of coffee and limited bathroom breaks. Unless, of course, you’d all like to buy a box of Thin Mints to eat while you read your recently downloaded copy of The Heiress and Her Fake Fiancé.