Who Me, Nervous?

As sure as death and taxes,
it came around each year…
Girl Scout cookie sales.
Time to don my uniform
and hit the pavement.

Oakley Lane had seven houses
on each side of the street.
I started at the bottom and
worked my way up the hill.

My strategy was simple…
smile and hope for the best.

In the 1950’s, there was only
one variety of cookie to sell…
no Thin Mints or Shortbreads.

It was vanilla and chocolate
sandwich cookies, period.
If that didn’t tantalize their
taste-buds, I was doomed.

I trudged from house to house,
secretly hoping no one would
answer when I rang the doorbell.

Better yet, if a Girl Scout emblem
sticker was on display I figured I
could skip that house, as it signaled
they had already done their civic
duty by purchasing cookies.

After what seemed an eternity
of sweating bullets, I finally
arrived back home.

I had survived another outing.

The Fuller Brush man covering
our neighborhood didn’t need to
worry. His job was safe, as I was
definitely not cut out for sales.


Inspired by Daily Prompt – Nervous

22 thoughts on “Who Me, Nervous?

  1. Great write. Enjoyed. I hate sales too, but my granddaughter could sell wet paint lol and she’ was (10) when last we were involved in selling “stuff” for Highland Dance Academy. She was amazing.

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  2. I was a Girl Scout too and seeing photo really look me back to the late 50s, early 60s when I wore such a uniform. Yes, I do recall the two flavor, and how hard it was to sell them where I lived.

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  3. I loved this post! I was never in Girls Scouts but two of my girls were and I was dragooned into leading several troops and I have to say that cookie sales had to be the least favorite part of the whole experience.

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