So there I was, sitting across the table with our two girls, who were flashing their toothiest Girl Scout grins. How would I break it to them?
They’d each set their sales goal: one-thousand boxes each.
Unless, of course, we devised a clever way to convince the hard-working hog farmers of our county that their pigs should dine on Trefoils and Thin Mints. Here, hogs outnumber people by a margin of 40-to-1. (I know, because I checked with the U.S. Department of Agriculture to confirm the statistics.)
No, that wouldn’t work. Let’s be realistic.
But what would we do? Go door-to-door in subzero temperatures? Or surrender this impossible dream?
I’m telling about our cookie-selling adventures over at The High Calling today. (And no, we didn’t sell to the pig farmers. ~smile~) Will you join in the fun over there today? The conversation in the comment box is always great, often highly entertaining … and your voice is welcome there.
Photo: For church on Sunday, the girls tried this marketing tool. They wore my 1970s Girl Scout and Brownie uniforms to church.