I’ll take one of everything
I was in a good mood walking to the supermarket the other day. It doesn’t usually happen that way. I think of buying groceries as a chore, instead of a fucking glorious honor I’ve been bestowed by being lucky enough to be born into this country.
Anyways, I was walking, and a 10-year-old girl in full Girl Scouts regalia walks beside me.
"Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?" she asked.
I don’t reply to someone I don’t know in public. I learned to block out my surroundings when I lived in New York, when even something as harmless as a 10-year-old Girl Scout trying to sell you cookies is probably a front for some 57-year-old perv who bought a uniform on eBay and is trying to scam you.
In that moment, something about her voice made me melt. I was in a good mood, like I said.
"On my way out," I replied. I was going to buy them on my way out? What? The words tumbled out of my mouth. I have no idea where they came from. I didn’t even think them.
I have never bought Girl Scout cookies before. I had no intention of buying them that night.
But it was only after she ran back to her parents, and I could hear her say from 20ft away without even having to turn around, “Mom, he said he’d buy some on the way out!”
At that point, I didn’t even care if she was a 57-year-old perv in a uniform. She had my money.