It seemed like years ago I placed my order for Girl Scout Cookies. When I learned they had at long last arrived I began daydreaming about that first glorious moment in which I would tear open my box of Samoas . . .
Ahh . . . the texture, the aroma, the crunch . . . the happiness!
But my Samoas never arrived.
First they came for the Thin Mints, and I did not speak out—because I was only lukewarm about the Thin Mints;