I hate solicitors at my home. I won’t abide it. However, I welcome girl scouts to my door, adorned in their uniforms while their parents supervise from a distance far enough away that the children actually have to do the selling themselves but close enough to keep their kids safe. I think there is something to be learned from having to overcome a killer case of nervousness in order to pitch your own product. To actually earn the prize yourself rather than having it handed to you based on some else’s work. It’s unfortunate that parents need to accompany their children for safety’s sake on this great learning adventure, but that is the world we live in today.
Unfortunately, that doesn’t happen anymore. Today, parents assault their coworkers in the office to buy Betsy’s cookies or immediately converge upon unsuspecting shoppers as they exit their vehicles at the local Walmart. But what I hate most is when I attempt enter a retail establishment and am attacked by the local mom-led cookie brigade.
Then there’s the neighborhood cookie stand at the corner, complete with bunting and a huge umbrella to keep mom from melting onto the sidewalk like the Wicked Witch of the West. Meanwhile, nary a girl scout in sight. Not one.
Come on people, they are Girl Scout Cookies, not Girl Scout Mom’s Cookies.