Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Girl Scout Cookie Time

     So this is a very exciting time of the year, Company, because it is Girl Scout Cookie time.  That's right everyone, Girl Scout cookies are here, they are delivered, they are in our hands, and in my case they are already in my belly.  I love them all, or at least most of them, and I love to eat them.
     A lot of people don't understand that there is one bakery like in Louisville or something that makes all of the cookies for all of the Girl Scouts in all of the United States.  It is a rather unknown, but I am sure that if you searched around there would be a name out there somewhere.  That is a heck of a gig there, isn't it?  Can you imagine.  It would be a lot like being a tax preparer I think - a lot of nothing for many, many months and then going to town like 24/7 for a few months.
     The thing about the Girl Scout cookies is that they aren't exactly all that good.  Think about it.  I can name like six brands of cookies right off the top of my head that are better than Girl Scout cookies, and probably more if I were prodded.  The thing about Girl Scout cookies is that they have three major things that lead America to look past the general okay-ness of the cookies: cute young girls with sashes selling them, the fact that they aren't available for most of the year, and the iconic status of them.  That's right, they are just a part of the American fabric like Norman Rockwell or the Chicago Cubs.  So people buy.  And they are not usually available so people go nuts when they are.  It is the same strategy that McDonald's uses to sell the bejesus out of the shitty McRib.
     One more note about the Girl Scout Cookies: I do not like the changes.  First of all, every year there are less in a package, and every year they are a little smaller.  Pretty soon they are going to be like the mini sandwich cookies that come in a bag in the vending machine at my work.  Plus, I am not sure about the name change.  I know that it is going on like ten years or something, but Peanut Butter Patties will always be Peanut Butter Patties; Shortbreads, Shortbreads, etc.  And if anyone can tell me what a fucking Tagalong is I will give you $5.  Just kidding.  But I always thought that was the kid that followed you around without your consent when you were having adventures.  They need to go back to the old names.  That is just how it needs to be for me to be able to know what I am ordering.  Otherwise I might as well be in Russia.  At least here there are pictures on the menu.  Anyway, enjoy your cookies everyone!

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