As I was walking into a liquor store yesterday, I was stopped by a little Girl Scout. She had a table set up right outside the Wine and Spirits selling Girl Scout cookies.
“Would you like to buy some cookies?” she asked.
There is only one answer to this question, especially if you spent a good part of your childhood as a Girl Scout.
“Give me a box of Samoas!”
“They’re called Caramel DeLights now but they’re the same thing.”
“How much?”
“$3.50.”
It amazes me how the price hasn’t changed since I was a Girl Scout. The number of cookies per box has changed. You now get about 2. I stuffed them into my face as soon as I got home. They were delicious. Later that evening I was telling some friends how I used to go door-to-door selling Girl Scout cookies.
“You went door-to-door? Kids can’t do that today! Heck, they’d get molested every third door!”
“Yeah, back in the 80’s it was a lot safer, we only got molested every fourth door.”
Remember that girl, Debbie, that tried to add me as her Facebook friend the other day and I was all like, “You go to heck, Debbie! I will never be your Facebook friend!” Well, there’s another reason I have deep disrespect for her. As all ex-Girl Scouts know, you get prizes depending on how many boxes of Girl Scout cookies you sell. And being a somewhat competitive person, I wanted to win. Oh how I wanted one of those very cute stuffed animal prizes! And every year around this time, I would go door-to-door hawking Girl Scout cookies, trying to be the top seller from my troop. I spent hours knocking on doors selling Thin Mints. But you know what? You can’t sell nearly enough cookies that way. ESPECIALLY WHEN DEBBIE’S PARENTS WOULD SELL THE COOKIES FOR HER AT THEIR RESPECTIVE OFFICES! Debbie never had to go door to door. NOooooooo! Debbie’s mom and dad sold the cookies for her! And every Thursday night at Girl Scouts, Debbie took all the prizes for selling the most cookies. I can still see her sitting there surrounded by the stuffed animals I wanted so badly. Yes, I am 34-years-old and I still feel bitter.
Secret: I used to wear my soccer cleats while selling Girl Scout cookies and when someone said no, I got great joy walking on their front yard kicking up clumps of their grass. My cousin Sharon taught me that one.
I bought the Caramel Delights or whatever also from 2 girl scouts who did come door down my street. There are only about 10 houses, so they might have only been molested a few times.
Steve asked me why they are not called Samoas anymore and I told him that was racist because it implies that all Samoans are obese from eating too many sweets. He believed me too.
The reason the name is different is they come from two different manufacturers: Little Brownie and ABC/Interbake. Little brownie bakers calls them samoas ABC bakers calls them caramel delights.
I thought they were called Samoas because I always ended up saying, “Give me samoa of those tasty cookies!”
That was YOU!?!?!
I thought the neighbor’s dog did that to my lawn!
I also took a dump by your mailbox.
My barber in west Philly used to have a bunch of boxes of his granddaughter’s girl scout cookies in a cardboard box from which he hung the cutest picture of her that he had. If you didn’t get your hair cut within the first couple of days of the cookie season you’d totally miss out. Cuteness works!
I seem to remember them being cheaper, and they definitely had more cookies per box. 🙁
I didn’t have much cuteness going for me back then. Plus back then I used the Benjamin Franklin close– so sleazy.
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