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.
Now they sit at tables next to the bike trail! I’m not cut out for sales either 🙂
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I’m glad I figured that one out early in life.
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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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Sales is one of those God-given talents, I believe. It’s amazing how early in life our abilities appear.
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It really is! You seem to know right off. My brother was in hospital his lungs collapsed and I was 5, a nurse sat me down to type at a typewriter and I ended up (later of course) typing 120 wpm haha
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Amazing.
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Sweet poem! 🙂
Here is a little excerpt from E. E. Cummings:
a salesman is an it that stinks Excuse
Me whether it’s president of the you were say
or a jennelman name misder finger isn’t
important whether it’s millions of other punks
or just a handful absolutely doesn’t
matter and whether it’s in lonjewray
or shrouds is immaterial it stinks
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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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Fortunately, we all survived the experience. So much of Girl Scouts was enjoyable and positive. I know there were girls in my troop that loved cookie sales.
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HaHa! I enjoyed this and can identify with it for sure.
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Thanks Anne. I’m glad you enjoyed my tale.
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What a great picture and story.
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Glad you enjoyed it, Jessica.
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I was a Camp Fire Girl and we sold candy… dreaded it every year! Great post!
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I am finding I’m not the only one who disliked being a junior salesperson. Thanks for sharing your experience!
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You’re welcome.
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I love this, what a great photo too.
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I’m happy you enjoyed the post. Thanks for stopping by!
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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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Except for those individuals who have a natural bent for sales, getting out and pushing a product is difficult. Thanks so much for sharing your story!
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I remember going door to door to sell cookies. Man, I hated it.
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So far, the dislikes are winning.
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