I Want my 8 Cookies!
Dear Little Brownie Bakers,
As a former brownie (1st through 3rd grade), junior girl scout (4th through 6th grade), girl scout leader (freshman & sophomore year in college--we won't even discuss how I had to store cases of Girl Scout cookies in a residence hall room), and even a girl scout camp counselor, I have to say I am disappointed.
Did you think I wouldn't notice?
Three nights ago, the Big Guy brought home two boxes of your sinful treats: Somoas (or as others may know them, Caramel deLites) and Thin Mints. Two of my favorite Girl Scout cookies. The Somoas were already opened, and for the last few days, we've enjoyed a cookie or two every evening.
Last night, I decided to plunge into the Thin Mints. Which, by the way, were in their rightful storage place--the freezer.
I pulled out the box and noticed that it was slightly smaller, but didn't think anything of it. That was until I pulled out one sleeve of Thin Mints.
Who are you trying to fool?
As someone who has not only eaten her fair share, sold her fair share and even helped herself in the middle of the night to a few boxes from the Girl Scout camp freezer, did you really think that I wouldn't notice that the sleeve of cookies I took out of our box was smaller?
In fact, it is 4 cookies smaller. Which means I am missing 8 cookies total.
How do I know?
Don't cross the woman who has a mind like a steel trap.
Every campsite that I worked with at Girl Scout camp had 10 girls. Toss in a box of Thin Mints for a "get to know you icebreaker" and that means 4 cookies per girl (1 sleeve of Thin Mints is 20 cookies. 2 sleeves is 40 cookies. 40 divided by 10 = 4 cookies per girl.)
I get it. "There's a recession". That may be true--but people know how much a box of cookies cost and what good that money does for the girls and their troops. Kick up the cost to $3.75--but don't take away my cookies.
You know how to reach us to send me my missing 8 cookies. After all, you have a check with the Big Guy's address.
PS. If this is some way of getting back at me for the time one summer that I was part of many practical jokes on the camp director, please remember that was many years ago and I have repented. I think.
PPS. If it is any consolation, my BFF was a Gold Award Winner, the equivalent to the Eagle Scout award.
PPSS. Yes, I know the BFF and I worked at Girl Scout camp together in the summer of 1994, and yes, I know that we were a group of trouble makers. But again, it was 1994 and I was 22 years old. Can I help it if we were late getting back to camp because we helped a family who was driving in front of us who hit a deer?
PPPSS. Yes. OK. I read this article. But it still stinks.