In the turn of events that has brought me to Jackson has also managed to remind me that it is almost impossible to get a box of Girl Scout Cookies here. I keep an eye on the grocery stores and street corners where one can normally find said contraband- nothing. So what do I do? I wait patiently for my lovely mother to send me a package with a couple boxes inside.
Now imagine my surprise when I go to work and and find that everyone is coming in with boxes of Girl Scout cookies. Where did they get all the cookies? I asked my self, and them. THEY GOT THEM AT THE BAR! Yes, apparently the only place to get these beloved cookies is from a bar.
It makes sense in a way. This is a town where very few of us do not frequent the bars. It's probably the one place that the you can actually get to the majority of people here. Beyond the good business sense though it is a rather annoying arrangement for me. Only because I am one of the people who never goes to the bar of course.
So, until I can come up with a better idea... I will go on importing my cookies.
Wow! That's so funny. That would definitely be the last place I would look! By the way, those Thin Mints look delish. Thanks for making me crave them. :)
ReplyDeleteYou are so very welcome. I am currently rationing what mom sent me.
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