While munching from a box of Tagalong Girl Scout cookies, I recalled my Girl Scout cookie-selling days. Notice I did not use the word “fondly” to describe this recollection. I had a short stint in the Girl Scouts. I entered in fifth grade and exited in sixth. The cookie-selling requirement and a budding interest in boys likely contributed to my short-lived career. I’m sure the cookie-selling experience was designed to instill confidence in pre-adolescent girls. All it infused in me was terror.
Let’s step back to my fifth grade year – very bad haircut (mullet-esque), massive overbite, and a growth spurt that left my legs disproportionally longer than my arms. Oh, did I mention I was shy? Hence, I lacked the Girl Scout cuteness and gregarious that equated to high cookie sales. My mother and father were both introverted; hence, they had no desire to assist me with door-to-door sales. Fortunately, my extraverted and cute best friend down the street agreed to accompany me while I pedaled my wares. The sales transactions went something like this . . .
Me: (knock, knock)
Scary Adult: What do you want?
Me: My name is . . . um . . . . Amelia. I am a Girl Scout from Troupe 2818, would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?
Scary Adult: What kinds do you have and how much are they?
Me: I have Thin Mints, Trefoils and . . . (with a quivering hand, I unfolded and displayed my order form).
Scary Adult: You mean I have to order and pay for the cookies before they arrive?
Me: Um . . . yes.
Scary Adult: No, thanks. (Door slam)
Me: (Tears start pouring down my cheeks).
Heather: Don’t let her bother you. She’s mean and stupid. Let me do the next one.
Me: (Sniffle, sniffle, wiping snot on my shirt sleeves) Ok.
Heather: (Knock, knock)
Nice Adult Lady: Hello, can I help you?
Heather: Hi, my name is Heather, and this is my friend Amelia, who is a Girl Scout. I’m helping her sell her delicious cookies. She has all types of yummy flavors, and she is selling out fast. We want to ensure you get some too. How many would you like to order?
Nice Adult Lady: Which one is the best?
Heather: All of them are delicious mam. I recommend one of each. (Flashes big toothy grin).
Me: (Gives big buck-toothy grin and holds up the order form).
Nice Adult Lady: Well, then I guess I will order one of each!
Heather: Thank you mam. We very much appreciate your business. You won’t be disappointed!
Me: How did you do that?
Heather: You just have to act confident and people will believe you!
Thanks to Heather I actually earned a Girl Scout cookie patch and a little dose of confidence that year. I also went on to get a better haircut, braces and a growth spurt which allowed my arms to catch up with my legs. I also made a vow that when approached by gaggle of Girl Scouts at the grocery store, I will always buy from the shy one in the corner. Then, tell her that she’s going to grow up to do wonderful things.
For better or worse, we live up to the expectations that we and others set for ourselves. Whenever the doubt of my Girl Scout cookie days creeps in, I remember Heather’s words of wisdom, “just be confident.” Eventually, my thoughts and behavior align with this intention. Where in your life do you need to remind yourself to “be confident”? Who can you enlist for support if knocking on the door alone seems too scary?
I think this face could sell some boxes of Girl Scout cookies