Until Wednesday of last week, we had 240 boxes of Girl Scout cookies in our house. Piled in stacks that reach to the sky. Taunting me with their sugary goodness. They were "embargoed" until last Wednesday, meaning even a supportive father could not sneak a Caramel Delight or four without violating serious codes and regulations. Unlike the Halloween candy, where one could (theoretically) slice a small opening in the large bag o' Twix (theoretically with an Exacto knife) and gently extract a Twix or four, covering the hole with a tiny piece of tape and replacing the bag, fixed-hole side down, on top of the refrigerator so no one is the wiser. Theoretically.
But these Girl Scouts are serious about their cookie sales. No one gets an advantage. And their packaging is so much harder to penetrate and then cover up. Theoretically. And of course I would never want the girls to be stripped of their badges or even their sashes. The Girl Scouts tell a story of this guy who ate a Peanut Butter Patty two days too early and then told all his friends. The troop from which the box was obtained was banned from the Council, made to transfer to Campfire (where they let in boys), and publicly shamed in the local paper (page B5 contains a list of early cookie eaters and the troops that leaked the cookies). And the guy is now half-way through a 5-10 year sentence at SuperMax in Alabama.
But the "C-Date" has happened and the cookies are free! Well, $3.50 a box. And we still have 143 boxes. It's OK to buy them now. Really. Please. We have piles and piles of cookies. Please!
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