Now I feel like a terd. Someone came a knockin on the front door and when I asked - through the door - who it was, I found out it was * just * a boy scout, and was like, "No, kid. Not in the mood for whatever ya got." Didn't even bother opening the door to say it.
But then visions of cookie dessert treats flashed through my head so I opened the door and beckoned him back. I was like, "Cookies?" and he stood there in his goofy outfit looking cute and way more angelic than I'm sure he really was.
"But kid, I don't see any popcorn around."
"Here's a brochure."
"You mean I can't have the popcorn now
Then I shut the door on him like a completely rude neighborhood miser. ... A few seconds later, in a fit of guilt, I yelled an apology to him through the door. He was still
standing there (stunned, I guess) and he said, "Oh, it's OK", in a really sweet voice.
Still thinking about cookies