With three minutes to go in the third period of the Olympic gold medal men’s hockey game between Canada and the U.S.A. yesterday my doorbell rang.
The game was 2 – 1 Canada at the time and it was so exciting that my husband and I were actually both standing in front of the television.
When the door bell rang we just looked at each other and said pretty much in unison “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
Who is soliciting door to door during the U.S.A./Canada hockey game?
I almost didn’t answer it, but we have a DVR so we paused the game and I went downstairs.
Through our sidelights I saw that it was Leanna, my seven-year-old neighbor. I stopped being angry right away because: 1) I like her. She’s pretty cute and what does a seven-year-old know about Olympic hockey?, 2) She was wearing a sombrero. It is really hard to be mad at somebody wearing a sombrero. and 3) She was holding a bag that was probably for me.
I opened the door and the bag WAS for me.
The bag contained four boxes of Girl Scout Cookies. Two boxes of Somoas and two boxes of Thin Mints.
It was as if he was in cahoots with Leanna.
But my father scheming against me with neighborhood children isn’t my point. My point is that every year, just as I am figuring out how to diet and exercise properly a cute little girl comes to my door with cookies, delicious Girl Scout Cookies, and tries to sabotage my diet.
I’d like to propose that the girl scouts move their cookie deliveries to the fall when I tend to be on a Halloween to New Years Eve food bender anyway.
I’d also like to propose that anyone who rings my doorbell during an important sporting event wear a sombrero to lessen my wrath.
And while I’m making rash proposals to the world, can somebody make sure that Sidney Crosby stays in Canada. That guy pisses me off in the NHL and internationally.