*… In which I get to meet the supplier for cookies.*
I’ve made it past the middleman and meet the big cookie man himself.
Anyhoo, the Teen’s troop has had to re up the number of cases available for sale and guess who went to fetch them.
There is a huge tractor in the rear of a parking lot in a nondescript shopping strip. You hand over a slip with your order than away the cookies are whisked into your available space in your car, all in a seven minute stretch. It is exhilarating, dizzying and freaking cold (hence the speed).
It’s also the nuts and bolts, roll your sleeve up down and dirty knitty gritty back story of the cookie operation.
Thank God there are only two weeks left for sales. I can barely finish a sleeve of Thin Mints.