Sometime last week Misty and I stopped by Bruno's to pick up a few groceries on our way home from work. Outside, there was a table set up where a woman was selling Girl Scout Cookies. I am a sucker for Girl Scout Cookies (who isn't?), so Misty and I walked right up. Once we settled on how many boxes of each kind we wanted, I asked the woman...
Me: What forms of payment do you accept?
Woman: We prefer cash.
Me: Can you take a check?
Woman: Well, we prefer cash.
Me: But can you take a check?
Woman: We prefer cash.
Me: Yes, I understand that you prefer cash, but I don't have any cash. Can you take a check?
Woman: Oh, hey! How are you? Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... (to another woman who has walked up)
It bothered me enough that the mother was doing the work for her daughter, but I liked her attitude even less. Not only did she effectively ignore my direct questions, but she interrupted me to start talking to someone else to boot. Annoyed, we went inside to get our groceries.
Upon exiting the store, however, the woman at the table called out to us...
Woman: Would you like to buy any Girl Scout Cookies?
Me: No, thanks. Since you blew me off earlier, you lost your sale.
I desparately wanted some cookies, but I won't support any organization that doesn't treat me well as a patron. Instead, I'll wait for one of the neighborhood kids to stop by my house.
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