Dear Parents,
If you are no longer living in the early 1980's, do not send your little girl out into the big, bad world armed with just a girl scout sash ( in my case a brownie one) and a sheet for ordering a gazillion cookies.
My mom sent me from house to house as she stayed in the car OR WAYYYYYY back at the bottom of many lonely staircases in my Del Rey Woods neighborhood.
I saw the multi-colored, pastel, cookie order sheet as my brownie mandated agenda and duty to fulfill.
I sold a lot.
Now I just help the world, one cookie at a time.
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This is a true story.
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