Monday, November 2, 2009
Girl Scout Halloween cookies
"They're just little girls," my wife said. "You don't want to scare them."
"Yeah, you're right," I said reluctantly. "I won't do anything to frighten them."
So I packed my stuff and headed off to the Girl Scout meeting which was taking place a couple nights before Halloween.
Sandy's right, I thought to myself. As fun as it would be to scare the snot out of some little girls, they were just that ... little girls. And having raised a couple of them myself, would I want some old fart showing up and trying to scare them out of their cookies?
Of course not.
I resigned myself to just relaxing and toning it down a notch.
I'd been thinking of coming in, turning off the lights and coming in all bedecked in my vampire costume and ... well, trying to scare those cookies.
But no, it was not to be.
So I showed up at the church where Girl Scout Troop #384 would be planning their next year's cookie sales plus doing their secret handshakes and all the other stuff they do when there aren't any guys around.
When I pulled into the parking lot, it was empty, except a lone minivan.
Oh, no, I thought to myself, I came the wrong night, or to the wrong church ... or, well, something else.
With trepidation, I went to the back door and pulled the handle.
It was open. I figured someone would be there and maybe this someone would know where the actual meeting was. Or they could give me some of those really yummy caramel coconut cookies to help me cookie my sorrow.
Instead, I heard some sinister music from some scary movie where the chick always tries to escape a bad guy by backing up and tripping over a root. The meeting room was partially closed, dark with a strobe light and a hand made sign on the door threatening, "Enter at your own risk!"
Boo-Ya! Fun scary critters!
So I ducked into the Men's room, changed into my vampire uniform, and entered the dark room with with glee.
No, I mean, I was scared ... as far as they know.