By the Girl Scouts. Or a Girl Scout parent, I guess. Dammit!
My workplace has been safe from those devious children for so long, I can't even recall the last time I had a chance to buy Girl Scout cookies. Oh, I'd occasionally see a table outside Rainbow. And there were the devilishly clever temptresses who would set up their table in Calhoun Square and stay well past happy hour time to lure you, buzzed and happy, into their sweet, delicious trap.
Being the horrible person that I am, I would sometimes say, "Oh no, you evil little temptresses -- you won't get me to buy your delicious cookies." Generally, it was because I spent all my money on drinking, but they don't need to know that part.
I don't think I'll get out of this without ordering a box of Thin Mints, though. Ordering one box, though ... well, that seems kind of lame. I'd better make it two. I see they have dulce de leche cookies now? Nice try, sisters. I'm not buying anything new without a sample.
The best part about this, though, is that it gives me an occasion to share one of my all-time favorite episodes from 2 Stupid Dogs, "Cookies, Ookies, Blookies."