This was only our 2nd year of selling cookies but something happened to me this year, something that sent me over the line from enthusiastic Troop Leader/Cookie Mom to pusher of Girl Scout crack. I went from being a mere distributor to being a dealer willing to do whatever it took to get philanthropic-minded customers hooked on what we were selling. It's a slippery slope, but I'm here to give my testimony so that those among you who are destined for the cookie/popcorn/discount card/random fundraiser crap path can be alert and aware of the signs of impending doom.
While the girls are allowed to go door to door, the best way to sell lots of cookies is through booth sales. We had booth sales at grocery stores, hardware stores, a medical clinic, and a bed&bath store. We peddled
These girls were cookie-selling machines.
And they worked their tails off. They stood outside in 33 degree weather to hawk those little nuggets of sugary goodness. They waved signs on the street corner, made up cookie themed cheers, and pasted on cutesy smiles when all they wanted to do was sit at home and eat cookies instead of selling them.
And where was I during all this? I was behind them, urging them to not miss that 90 year old lady heading
I was a Thin Mint pimp.
Sure, I sometimes provided my girls with drinks, snacks, gloves or even the occasional break, but only because I needed them pushing product and if they keeled over from dehydration, they'd be worthless to me. Slap a long fur coat and a feathered fedora on me and they would have fit perfectly. The only thing that mattered is that we reached our goal of a trip to an overpriced waterpark where we can't afford the food and we'll only stay for one night because it's so expensive.
The girls have reached their goal for this year and set a long term goal for the next 2 years. The only trick? Selling all these cookies first. And that means more booth sales. Now...where did I put my purple fedora?