The Great Girl-Scout Cookie Drama

We're not in Kansas anymore. Or, maybe more appropriate is...we're not in anonymous Planoland anymore. We wanted to live in a great neighborhood, and we got it. Everybody knows everybody. The neighborhood grapevine is vast and entertwined.

To give a little background, Todd has lost 26+ lbs since the middle of December. He looks awesome - his jeans are hanging off of him. Todd also has a serious weakness for Thin Mints.

A few weeks ago, I came home from a Saturday run and coffee, and Todd said..."While you were gone, some Girl Scouts came to the door selling cookies. Don't worry, I said no!"

Me: Whaaaaaat? You said NO?!?!?! To Girl Scouts?!?!?!
Todd: (baffled, surprised his Weight Watchers guru is not proud) Yes, I said no TO THIN MINTS.
Me: Oh no. Oh no. You never say no to little Girl Scouts. We're going to be on the neighborhood black list. You just buy and donate to the troops. DONATE TO THE TROOPS!
Todd: Oh, well. It's no big deal.
Me: Oh, it's a big deal.
Todd: Whatever.

So, time passes. I have no idea which girls these were. Now, cookies are being distributed. And one of the moms who picks up her girls in the alley and visits every day has been talking about cookies with the other moms. And she never makes eye contact with me when she talks about this. So, today...we were alone...

Me: So, were your girls the ones Todd said no to about cookies?
Her: Yeah.
Me: Oh, I'm so sorry. He has lost 30 lbs, and he thought he was doing the right thing. I told him to always buy and donate to the troops. It will never happen again. Please come back to our house.
Her: Oh, ok. Yeah, no one has ever said no to them, so they were shocked. They said they would never go back to that house with that man.
Me: Oh, no. He's really very nice. (I should have said...I'm the bitch, lady! Trust me. lol) He just didn't know and was trying to stay on his diet. He doesn't understand. He has been instructed. Can we still buy?
Her: No, but we'll be sure to come next year.
Me: Ok, he'll be ready.

hahaha!

So, I told Todd all of this after work. He, of course, couldn't believe it. I explained to him that we are no longer anonymous and that he must always buy Girl Scout cookies and Boy Scout popcorn.

And this is all so confusing b/c we just found out that the special needs adult who comes around collecting for the March of Dimes is really just a scam. Todd thinks he has given him at least $40.

I am learning that anonymity has its perks.