It’s not fair.
They lurk in this case, right at the exit to the store. Lurking. Rocking those “mom” jeans. The brown and green uniforms, dancing along, unknowing.
I’m convinced there’s a kind of addictive substance in the cookies themselves. Try to pry “thin mints,” or whatever from the hands of some people. Not me. Not a problem.
However, they do lie — outright misrepresentation of fact — “serving size, 4 cookies.” Right. Wrong, Girl Scout cookies? Servings per container? 2, I’m thinking the single sleeve serving size.
Still, right outside the door of the store? I never had a chance.