This scene plays out all across the country: You come out of a supermarket after having paid $238.05 in groceries and suddenly you are confronted with little girls with those pleading eyes squealing for you to purchase some of their overpriced factory-made cookies. They are invariably ringed by scowling, hovering, "Girl Scout" moms, standing out there in the cold, clutching their Starbucks coffee cups, as they stare you down - as if daring you to not to shell over $20 for your four boxes.
It's as bad as the Salvation Army people at Christmastime ("Put a nickel in the drum, save another drunken bum")
I just walk past the lot of them, not even making eye contact.
I can walk right past the GS cookie booths outside the store. Maybe it’s because I’m overweight and they somehow understand./s
It’s getting hit up for donations to charities right there at the supermarket checkout that irks me no end. Especially when the counter is plastered with tokens signed by those who have already donated because they care.
I mutter, “I give through my church” & push on.