The post in which I go HAM and pop off over some damn cookies
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It’s no secret that I go nuts over selling cookies.
It’s a love hate relationship:
I love what the cookies represent: money skills, public speaking, presentation, and The Teen traveling through the Destinations program. I hate when I have to lug cases back and forth from my car and to a booth, explaining to people that there is diversity in the scouts. Sexual orientation is not one of the questions that is asked when a girl joins the troop. I also am finding that people have shown less integrity when it comes to cookie sales.
This year’s sale started January 19th. Despite my deep desire for frozen Thin Mints during my Once Upon a Time catch up, I honored the code and patiently waited.
On the 17th, my Dad called and asked if I was selling cookies because the woman across the street was already selling.
Not fair, but cheaters never prosper. Plus, selling a box here and there doesn’t get us to the goal we set.
Following directions, we contacted the proper people and set up cookie booths throughout the city. My favorite and most prosperous spot, 40th and Walnut was disappointing me. I’ve NEVER left there with less than 200 boxes sold. The Teen and I shivered in the lobby of The Fresh Grocer, and hawked our cookies.
We noticed that sales were WAY off.
The Teen and I chatted about possible ways to attract customers, and then a guard came by and told us we had competition on the walkway to the grocery store.
Apparently, a family from Jersey decided that they would brave the elements and sell cookies, siphoning off our customers. I was LIVID. We made arrangements for this spot, we got permission from the Girl Scout Council. We formed the relationships at Penn and Drexel so we could return year after year and make our sales.
Annoyed, I stalked out and confronted the other sellers. They didn’t get permission and they were WAY out of their area. When I explained in my best Keeping it Real voice, they quickly packed up and rolled out.
To quote Sleeping Beauty:
B*tches be Tripping!
Once I got rid of the phony sellers, a student came by and told us we were selling at a bargain. One of the professors sells cookies for $5.00 a box.
I love Thin Mints and Lemonades, but I don’t see myself paying crack prices for cookies.
It’s possible this professor is from the Chesapeake area where cookies are that price but who commutes that damn far with cookies?
People, it’s cookies. Yes, I love being competitive and watching the numbers rise each time we have a booth. I talk mad trash, but it’s just that: trash TALK. Cookies are about integrity, showing the girls that we can and will be honest and moral. That we are fair and we are working hard to a goal.
Unfair cookie sellers sully the spirit of the program, and makes it look like greed instead of a way to help the girls grow.
I’m still going for my 3000 boxes. The Teen missed the deadline for Paris and is talking London and Italy.
Dealing with these other cookie sellers…Bloody Hell!
*title inspired by The Mister