Drop the Cookies and Back Away Slowly!

In Gothamist this morning, we find this blurb about a Girl Scout's dad busted in Williamsburg... which is simply pathetic. First, they impounded the bikes, and now they're harassing youth groups. I predict that random beatings of the elderly will follow shortly.

My own ambitious career as as a Girl Scout was cut short a few short weeks after I graduated from "Brownie" status, when Jackie, our troop leader, had a nervous breakdown, screaming and crying on her apartment floor one evening. The six perplexed second-graders of troop 142 cowered outside her door.

Too many Wednesday nights spent demonstrating proper fire construction with pretzels, marshmallows and candy corn, perhaps? One too many felt and popsicle-stick crafts? We never knew, but the experience left me with a lingering desire to hoard merit-based badges and a seasonal craving for Thin Mint cookies nibbled straight out of the freezer.