Allow me to present you a list of all the Girl Scouts who came to my door:
Notice how that space is blank? That's because no one came to my door. I didn't even know cookie season had started until after they were done taking orders. I want cookies delivered to me, that's how this thing works. I give you $5 for 8 cookies and you bring them to me. If I have to go to you, that's bad customer service. I can't review what I don't eat! Girl Scout cookies get a tentative 0/10 until next year when hopefully some local parent says "Shit this guy has blogger money and wants to buy 1 of every flavor, better stroll down that block."
PS- Yes I have cookies. But having to ask coworkers and family friends if they have a daughter is an awkward start to a conversation. You have to immediately follow up with "who sells Girl Scout cookies." The old lady in HR is now trying to set me up with her daughter.
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