A Girl Scout Caper
Mrs. Widmeyer:
I was innocently trying to get my beauty sleep. I read in my favorite fashion magazine that a well-bred woman like myself should get at least three naps a day, and I try to uphold this to the best of my ability. But my doorbell was ringing insistently, and it was the butler’s day off, so I traipsed down my three flights of beautifully carpeted stairs and opened the front door. There was rather a scuttling sound in my darling hydrangea bushes, and a young Chinese girl, wearing a green vest, was standing before me.
“Hi!” She said enthusiastically. “I’m, uh, Sally! Would you like to buy some of my Girl Scout cookies?”
Now, I absolutely despise Girl Scout cookies, and the only thing I despise more are the annoying little brats who sell them. But, being in a particularly charitable mood, I told her, “Well. I suppose perhaps I could buy a box or two…”
“Great!” She stepped smartly inside my house.
I went to go find my checkbook. When I returned to the front door, Sally was nowhere in sight.