I have never walked past a Girl Scout without buying cookies from her, and I guess I feel like it is the least I can do to help them out. The cookies are overpriced, but they are usually good, even though they are not on my diet. On Saturday I went to the grocery store and there were two Scouts out front with a table set up and the young boy asked me if I was going to buy something from him and I told him to catch me on the way out. When I finished my shopping, I walked past the Scout and I asked him what he had for sale and he showed me a bag of this Kettle Corn, which looked good, so I asked him how much and he said $20, which was way more than I wanted to pay. I bought the Kettle Corn, but the next time I see them out in front of the store, I am going to duck them, because this is an exorbitant amount to charge for a bag that is mostly filled with air.
I don’t have any children, so I always try to help them out and don’t get me wrong, this Kettle Corn was tasty, but $10 is too much to pay and I feel like I got ripped off. I was a Cub Scout for one day and then I quit, because this just wasn’t for me, as I thought they were all sissies. The day I was a Scout it was raining and the Den Mother had everyone cutting up paper flowers and I was not the kind of kid that got into crafts. It must be even worse now, as the Boy Scouts has both boys and girls together, with the Girl scouts being a different organization. I bet it would be even worse now being a Boy Scout then it was when I was a kid.
Written for Paula’s Monday Peeve.