First, I wish to excuse myself to all the folks who read this humble blog from outside of the United States and not merely because of, well, you know…
Here in the USA, February is Girl Scout cookie season, and my sweet daughter is a Girl Scout, a Junior, to be precise, which places her Mom and I squarely in the thick of things.
At this stage of our lives as a family, we’ve got this cookie sales thing just about down to a science.
Jamie, my wife, is the brains of the outfit. She places orders, books the sales booths with local merchants, chaperones the girls and transports at least a few of them.
Jamilah, our daughter, is the charming sales associate.
And I, I am the brawn, I am the mule, the moose. I do the heavy lifting.
What heavy lifting, you may ask? Well, how do you think 40 or 50 cases of various product makes its way from the car to the house? And often back to the car? And then to the sales table in the vestibule at your local supermarket or big box retailer?
Yep, Daddy (among others)!
So please make it a point to lighten my load and get out and buy some Girl Scout cookies today!
I’ve already had two inguinal hernias repaired when I was younger and had access to decent medical care. But now, we can’t really afford even the stripped down drive-thru kind of “McMedicine” they practice today!…
Also, my shoulders and lower back will thank you.
This has been a public service announcement. We now return you to our regular programming…
Rob Rogers is an Op/Ed cartoonist for the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette and a friend from my former hometown where they’ve recently had a water quality scare and a boil water order that’s just been lifted. . .