It’s that time of year folks!
There are dealers of addiction in front of every store in the evenings and weekends and they are dressed in little brown uniforms with a green vest.
The Girl Scouts are pushing their addictive cookies again.
They stand there looking all cute, or sad, or whatever and ask if you would like to buy a box – or three.
When you finally relent and agree to buy one you somehow end up walking away with more because, you know, they’re only $5 a box (never mind the box is smaller, the cookies are smaller, and there are fewer in the box than there used to be).
Dang dealers of my cookie addiction.