Every year I always manage to have Girl Scout cookies. I don't even usually have to buy them seeing as how I do not have any young females in my life, most of my cousins have grown up and out of the scouts, and I do not live in a neighborhood so door-to-door salesmanship is out of the question. And yet, somehow, some way, I just found myself eating some thin mints in the lunch room. Having cute little girls sell delicious cookies is just about as genius a marketing scheme as it gets. So thank you, fellow office worker, for caving, I am sure very easily, to some sweet little girl with a brown sash and then for sharing the wealth and allowing me to have a couple of thin mints.