Caussey's Corner

You are so Handsome: Girl Scout Cookies and a Tough Sale

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That Saturday was a gray, blustery day. It wasn’t cold enough to see your breath, but wintry aromas were carried on chilly winds.

My mission was clear. Since our guests would arrive promptly at 6 p.m. this evening, I had just eight hours to select a roast for dinner, help clean the house, and prepare the dinner meal.

My favorite grocery store in the whole world is the Tom Thumb on Cedar Ridge in Duncanville. Their broad selection of meats and abundance of fresh vegetables make the store the perfect place to shop for dinner.

I skidded into the parking lot, dismounted from the truck, and faced the sharp, misty winds, dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and jeans.

The wind harassed me through the parking lot, until arriving at the store’s entrance. Off to the right, my peripheral vision caught movement speeding toward me. It was a young girl, buried deep within a parka. She asked if I wanted to buy some Girl Scout cookies. My negative response spilled out of trembling lips through chattering teeth.

“No, thank you,” I said. “I purchased some cookies last week from a little neighbor girl.” My gravely voice and sarcastic tone startled me.

Thirty minutes later, with a roast and vegetables in a plastic bag, I exited the front entrance, striving to reach the truck before my feet were robbed of feeling. Again the parka-covered girl appeared.

You are so Handsome: Girl Scout Cookies and a Tough Sale
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But I was ready this time. Before she could speak, I said, “Look, I told you I don’t need any GIRL SCOUT COOKIES.”

“Oh, that’s okay, sir,” she said, her voice rising from somewhere inside the furry hood, protected by blue eyes and flushed red cheeks. “I just wanted to say how handsome you are. I noticed you earlier, when you first came by. But you got away before I could tell you.”

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