As you may remember, Tall was very sick the other day. Now it was my turn. What was it with our family? Tall, sweet innocent second-grader, eats some tainted thing at a restaurant, and WHAM—throwing up all night. Me, sweet innocent mommy, eats two boxes of Girl Scout cookies, and WHAM—my tummy feels icky.
Why? Whhhhhhhyyyyyyyy? Do you think maybe the Girl Scout cookies were tainted? That was my first thought too, after I bit into the first sleeve of minty goodness, I remember thinking, These cookies taste fantastic! and then a little while later, I remember thinking, We did not buy enough boxes to get us through next week.
I typed an emergency email to my friend Angela, whose daughter had sold us the cookies in the first place. She had accused me lately of making my emails way too short. I think she was taking it personally. My emails with her were usually about logistics: “Still on for Thursday?” or “Will pick up kids at 8:20” or “Yes—can feed your cat this weekend.” I knew she would get mad if this email was what she considered too blunt, so I tried to write in complete sentences:
How are you?
Any more Girl Scout cookies left to sell? Please drop off 15 boxes.
Angela has an iPhone, so she emailed back right away:
So so so sweet of you to offer to sell some cookies for Mai-Lin! She would be thrilled! But, honestly, it is not necessary. We absolutely cannot accept your generosity to sell extra boxes for us (plus I think it is against the Girl Scout rules). Thank you though!
She had completely misunderstood my email. I did not want to sell 15 boxes; I wanted to buy 15 boxes. Now I was embarrassed. Plus my tummy felt sick.
So, this story does not have much of a point, I guess, unless it is as a cautionary tale, to let you know to avoid Thin Mints. Next time, I’ll buy Samoas.