I hate the Girl Scouts

Seriously, they are like little stalkers. Everywhere I go, there they are, peddling their crack, those cookies that are sickeningly addicting. I see packs of those little girls in vests, and I instantly drool for Samoas. It's like Pavlov's dogs.

And even if you have the self-control to just say no to the cookies, you feel like Cruella DeVille. I mean, a bunch of nine year olds sweating it out in the Arizona sun, just fund raising. They bat their big innocent eyes, and the shy ones look away, and who could say no? Everytime anyway.

And I am the biggest sucker for a chubby one. I don't know what it is, but if the seller is polite, and has a few extra pounds, I buy everytime. Or glasses. Man, the glasses get me to buy boxes for the office as well as for my house. It's not like these kids are starving, this isn't to put food on their tables, it's to fund their excursions. Some even sell enough and go to Europe!

Random thoughts in closing:
Why has no one hijacked their recipes, copied it, and made millions? I'd pay year round for Samoas. Thankfully I cannot, and thus I only devour a box a week for 8 weeks a year. That's all the guilt I can handle.

WHo will feel sorry for me as I fatten up? Not those little dealers I bet! They should be stopped!!