Well it's Girl Scout cookie time. Have any of you been asked, at work or church, if you wanted to buy any cookies? Oh...not by the Girl Scout...but by the parent. The scouts don't seem to sell them anymore. The parent does the work for them, to help them get into the 'bonus' club by selling 100 boxes...or whatever.
Recently, grandson Mason and granddaughter Anna, had a 'fund drive' for their elementary school. Well of course we had to buy some 'cookie dough' to help them. But not once did Mason go next door to the neighbors to see if 'they' wanted some. I...like the good grandfather...took the form to work to see if anyone wanted cookie dough. Except this year, I prefaced my sales pitch to my co-workers with, "If you have been looking for some of those tubs of cookie dough to keep in your fridge for those last minute homemade cookies you'd like to make...come see me. If you don't really want any, pay no attention to this request."
When our girls were younger, it seemed every other year or so, they were having a 'major' fund drive. "And if your child sells $XX worth of CRAP, their name will be entered into a drawing to win some small plastic doo-dad." Cindy & I got to the point we were tired of either buying the CRAP ourselves AND asking our friends to buy it, we just said, "How much money do you want?...we'll just write you a check."
This Atlanta article is about how we seem to be getting away from the 'kids' doing the work. Mom & dad (or grandma & grampa) will pass it around their friends and co-workers (because that's what they do to us when it's 'their' kids or grandkids turn).
We (I) am guilty of forgetting an important art form.....'work'.
Dan
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