Zoltar

Everybody knows how girl scout cookies work - they come around once a year, you have to place your order a month in advance, then you get your cookies.  This morning my beloved samoas were dropped off in my office, but the beautiful moment was destroyed when my boss started acting like she had never heard of girl scout cookies before. She asked a series of asinine questions, which ended in her declaring “Those look yummy. I’m going to order some right now.”  Instead of somebody explaining to her how the world works, Kenny came back in five minutes later with two boxes of thin mints for her, to which she said “I’ll owe you for these.”  So now she thinks girl scout cookies fall from the fucking sky and the only solace I have is knowing that she won’t experience the magic that I will when I tear into my samoas that I have patiently waited a year for.