I was a Girl Scout in the late s and early s. Part of Cookie Season involved booths β sitting in front of stores and imploring people to buy some of our surplus stock.
A lot of people would ask if we took credit cards. One day, I was manning the booth alone with my leader, and she allowed me to take the lead. Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies? Years ago, my Scout troop did a weekend bike trip. Part of the route went through an old railway tunnel. There was literally no risk of a train. The track had been closed for years if not decades, and that tunnel was officially part of a walking and biking path. He waited until we were halfway through and then pulled out a surprisingly loud wooden train whistle.
Any panic was very short-lived, as he only got two toots out before succumbing to laughter. I work with the Girl Scouts. A troop mom comes by who is usually a rude and problematic customer.
I go to the back room to see my manager shaking up the box I need. So, I make sure to shake the bag real good and get those badges all mixed up and out of order. We set up outside grocery stores and other high-traffic areas to sell the cookies for six dollars a box.
The girls get to practice social skills including accepting when people say no , practice math, and gain confidence. Near the end of one cookie booth, a man approached our sales table. Thank you! Good job with the multiplying! The donation section is only set up in one-dollar increments. The man checked his watch as I furiously tapped the screen. The other troop was able to do this much faster. I paused very slightly in my tapping as I processed what he said, but I finally got to the total.
