Overheard

I was to deliver my very first Girl Scout cookie orders to my neighbors. Because I was in fourth grade, my parents thought me capable of doing this on my own.

My orders bagged, labeled and loaded on my wagon, I put on my crisp uniform and ventured down the gravel road. Cookies are always a welcome sight, and the first two houses had the correct change. This was going well!

However, when my third cus…