Selling cookies is supposed to help the Girl Scouts learn confidence and business skills, but just like in real life, the winner is the kid whose parents have a ton of money and can pressure their employees into buying cookies from their daughter.

A coworker came around trying to get me to buy his daughter's cookies and I said no on principle. I also won't buy from the parents, I make the Scout give me the sales pitch.

When I was a kid (not a Girl Scout), I diligently went door to door and sold my neighbors the cookies/stationery/wrapping paper/whatever my school gave me to sell. Then I found out that fucking Ashley's dad owned the big chain of furniture stores around the state, and basically got all of his employees in every store to buy something. I got smoked, not even in the running. My "prize" was some little pencil topper and fucking Ashley went to Space Camp (or something, the top prize was a trip somewhere, probably not Space Camp).

Fucking Ashley.