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It was a Saturday afternoon and I had just finished some work at my office and was headed home. My wife asked me to pick up a few things at the grocery store on my way home, and I proceeded to do so. I had no idea what I was headed for or what was in store for me. I parked and then headed for the entrance to the grocery store. Halfway across the parking lot I spied them. At first, it sent a chill up my spine because there was no way to get into the grocery store without passing them. I glanced to my right and then looked to my left but there was no other entrance into the grocery store. I approached the store entrance slowly and the closer I got to it the bigger they became. There were six of them and they had spied me right off. It was enough to cause me to lose my nerve. I had never seen such a sight before. There before me were six of the biggest, brown eyes I had ever seen. The closer I got, the bigger they became. And the bigger they got, the smaller my nerve got.
But I was determined. Nothing was going to flag my gait into the grocery store. Then I heard them. It was bad enough to see them but now I was close enough to hear them. "Hey Mr., want some Girl Scout cookies?" Those words cut deep into my soul as nothing I had ever experienced before. I thought if I just could ignore them, they would disappear. "What's the matter Mr., don't you like Girl Scout cookies?" Don't I like Girl Scout cookies? I'll say. I love them.
These six large brown eyes came in pairs and adorned three very adorable young girls dressed up as Girl Scouts. If only they would have been boys, I could have handled it better. If they were boys I could have said, "Not today, boys. I'm in a hurry." But, they were Girl Scouts. Cute, little Girl Scouts with big brown eyes. "Mr., it's only $3.50 a box. How many boxes do you want?" How many do I want? That is not the question. The question is, how many boxes do you have? Better yet, how many can I hide from my wife when I get home?
I stood at their table and pretended to look at the variety of cookies they had for sale. But as everybody knows, one Girl Scout cookie is as good as any Girl Scout cookie. Besides, it does go for a good cause. Now that I was at their table, I had a dilemma. All I had in my pocket was a $20 bill. As those large, brown eyes looked at me, all six of them, I just did not have the heart to buy one box and ask for change. "They all look so good I don't know which one to pick," I said to them. "We'll help you pick them out." That solved that problem but I still had the problem of the $20 bill. As I pulled the bill from my wallet, I could feel those eyes piercing into my soul. Why do Girl Scouts have to be so cute and why do they have to have such big brown eyes? This is a conspiracy if ever I heard of a conspiracy. Finally, I did what anybody else would have done. "Give me five boxes," and I hesitated slightly, "here's $20 and keep the change." All six of those brown eyes danced as the rest of the bodies cheered quite loudly.
Originally posted by stereologist
This is really scary. If you rearrange the letters of Girl Scout logo you get "urologist clog." That is the smoking gun that things are looking bad. That really worries me.