Ode to a Thin Mint Girl Scout Cookie

Yesterday, you caught my eye,

Green boxes of you piled neatly on a table of a roadside stand.

There were many other different colored boxes on the table, but I only saw you.

You wanted me to stop, you had your girl scout minions standing by the side of the road, beckoning me, doing your dirty work for you.

Especially cruel, you had two of your minions actually dressed up as cookies to remind me of what lay inside those stacked boxes.

They flailed about, there on the sidewalk, yelling “GIRL SCOUT COOKIES” “COME BUY SOME GIRL SCOUT COOKIES!!”

I looked over at you, and swore I saw an evil grin, taunting me.

“You know you want to stop and buy me”, I could imagine you saying snidely from your plastic-wrap cocoon, “Me and a big glass of milk, you know you want it”.

I don’t know how, but I found the strength to keep on driving, even as your minions did their best to convince me.

Curse you, Thin Mint cookie, with your deliciously crunchy minty wafer, lovingly embraced by a thin chocolate coating.

My favorite of the Girl Scout cookies, you’ve always known that.

But, alas, you are no good for me.