Excellent What college student wouldn't want treats? College Stories(Memories of Finn)Q2 : Girl Scout Cookies by RainbewLatte

As I strolled through campus today, feeling slightly disoriented from the effects of daylight savings (spring forward), I encountered a Girl Scout selling cookies from a folding wagon, accompanied by her father. It might be worth noting that this was in fact the weekend, and I could’ve easily used that extra hour, just like my roommate, who was still fast asleep. This unexpected sight immediately brought back memories of my last Girl Scout encounter, just 11 days ago. That time, I was hustling to my math class, having left later than intended, when I saw the first group of Girl Scouts on campus this year, also selling cookies from a folding wagon. Adoration for folding wagons! I have a soft spot for folding wagons, having watched my fair share of kids ride in them growing up. To some degree, I was probably a little jealous. But, as my mom likes to say, I’m probably a little too big for it now. A parent or guardian watched over the girls as they eagerly engaged with potential customers, and I couldn't help but be delighted by their entrepreneurial spirit. Girl Scout cookies? Anyone? As much as I wanted to stop and buy a box or two (I had already stocked up from another troop that weekend), I was in a rush, knowing well that by the time class was over, they’d be gone. As I walked, I overheard a group of students, just loud enough to be heard over my earbuds, talking about the cleverness of the Girl Scouts’ strategy. "They’re so smart! Setting up and selling on a college campus to college students! That’s business!" Curious, I turned to see the line forming near our mascot statue, just a little ways from Graham Hall. Students were lining up in no organized manner (I was walking backwards now), eagerly awaiting their cookies. I watched as they left the line, cookies in hand, chatting away, looking a little happier and more delighted than before.  Oh, the power of a box of cookies! Or, as my mom likes to say, “Devilish cookies.” The power of these micro delights, these spontaneous expenditures, is undeniable. After all, who wouldn't want a treat? A cute kid selling cookies? It’s hard to say no.

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