My Daisy
There she was, ringing my bell, just as promised. Her big sister and I were inside, barely able to finish opening the front door before she began her spiel. She introduced herself with a knowing grin. She smiled, made eye contact, and spoke loudly and clearly as she stated the reason for her visit. She offered a shiny brochure, all the while reassuring me that the cookies were in the car, and delivery would be immediate. Still, I was allowed to fondle the folder. I was the customer, and the young lady was looking to close a sale. Little Cuter requested one box of Thin Mints, and G'ma will be pleasantly surprised if I show up at the pod-castle with something vaguely familiar from her past. Two boxes seemed like a reasonable purchase, until I saw the newest addition to the pantheon of boxed goodies: "Yes, that's a new product," my Daisy Scout was pleased to inform me. The trefoil shortbread cookies were trying to tempt me, but I co...