After a month of souring the underbelly of New York, I talked to a few people who knew some people who heard some things about a guy who knew a guy. Finally, I got the hookup and scored some Thin Mints. All’s well that ends well, right? Wrong! Girl Scout cookies are causing a major stand off in the Scrody household.
It all started because it was actually my wife who got the hookup. I came home one day and she asked me what I wanted to order. I showed some restraint and only ordered 2 boxes of Thin Mints and one box of Tagalongs. In hindsight, I should have ordered about 30 boxes of Thin Mints. My wife tacked on 3 boxes of her favorite, Somoas, and we were good to go. Or so I thought.
I’ve always been a superior food orderer and my wife realized that she made a huge error by not ordering any Thin Mints for herself. But since she was running point on the operation, when our order came in she broke it up evenly. 3 boxes for me and 3 for her. The only problem was she gave me 1 Thin Mint, 1 Tagalong and 1 Somoa. Obviously that was not the agreed upon inventory and she was clearly hijacking a box of my Thin Mints. This wouldn’t be such a big deal if it weren’t for the fact that she didn’t put “her” box of Thin Mints in the freezer, where they obviously belong. As a matter of fact, she didn’t even put them in the fridge. Just left them out on the counter. Treated them as if they’re just common cookies. This is just unacceptable and borderline inedible.
I leave for work after she does, so I decided I’d steal her box back and toss them in the freezer. I told her I was going to eat them all before she had a chance to get to them. Well, I can’t really eat two boxes in less than the 20 minutes I give myself to get ready in the morning and she called my bluff. She gets home from work well before me and re-secured her box. I decided to go to the Yankee game last minute and the following email exchange took place:
Scrody: So, I think I’m going to the game tonight.
Wifey: So I can eat all the GS cookies tonight?
Scrody: You wouldn’t dare! I’m coming home right now.
Wifey: C U in a bit.
Diabolical. This ping pong match has been going on non-stop. I ended up going to the game and when I came home I checked my thin mints and seemed to be about half a sleeve light. I bet wifey ate them on me. To get her back, I opened her cookies and licked them all individually, one by one. I’m not sure how effective that will be, but I plan on winning this little cat and mouse game. Those thin mints will be mine!