Bella positioned herself by the entrance and called out, “Five for 20, get your Girl Scout cookies, five boxes for 20 dollars!”
“How can I resist a pitch like that? I’ll take five,” I said, handing over a 20 note that cost me three bucks to pull from the ATM inside. Bella took my money and returned to her post, where she alternated slogans between “Five for 20” and “Only sold once a year, and they freeze beautifully!”
Now that we had our junk — Thin Mints, Do-si-dos, and Samoas — David and I said our goodbyes and raced through our errands so we could get home and savor a few bites of sugary nostalgia.