Who Doesn’t Like A Girl Scout Cookie? (standard:humor, 904 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: May 09 2021	Views/Reads: 1137/782	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
As much as I delight in these cookies, my greater delight is in the Lord. As I delight in the Lord, I enjoy all the delicacies of that relationship.

This week the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage made a little slip. To
her, it was a little slip, but to me, it was a big mistake. 

It is not always that she makes mistakes that I can profit on. I don't
make this public, especially within her earshot, but there are times 
that she makes a mistake, and I'm always on the lookout for those 
times. 

When it comes to me, I'm always making mistakes. I'm not sure that I can
make a little slip because mine are much bigger. And the problem with 
this is, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage always catches them, 
and sometimes, I don't know how she does it, she catches them before I 
actually do them. 

She calls it "woman's intuition," but I call it "man's trouble." 

This past week, for instance, I had an appointment with my eye doctor. I
was to pick up my new glasses, and I was anxious about that. I told my 
wife that the doctor's appointment was on Wednesday. She countered that 
and said, "No, I believe it's on Thursday." 

"It's my appointment," I said, both hands on my hips, "and I'll go when
I want to." 

She looked at me, snickered, and then went back to what she was doing. I
think I heard her mumbling something like, "He's 13 again." 

I got to the eye doctor's office, walked in as I was putting on my mask
(I'm not too fond of these masks), walked up to the counter, and signed 
in. Then I went to sit and wait to be called. 

In a few minutes, a nurse came up to me and said, "Mr. Snyder, what are
you doing here today?" 

“I'm here to pick up my glasses.” 

“I'm sorry, your appointment isn't until tomorrow.” 

I looked at her with one of my stunned looks and then said, "Could I
camp here until tomorrow?" 

I had to go home and tell my wife that I was wrong, and she was right.
If I had a nickel for every time I admitted that I was wrong, I would 
be a very wealthy person. 

But this week, my wife made her mistake, and I was able to cash in on
it. 

She returned home from shopping at Publix, and I think without even
thinking, she said as she was coming into the kitchen, "The Girl Scouts 
are selling cookies at Publix today." 

There are many things she says that I cannot hear. I'm not sure if it's
my ears or what. For some reason, I picked up on this phrase about the 
Girl Scout cookies. 

I tried to remain quiet and calm. I knew if I stirred up any excitement,
she would catch on to what she said to me. According to her, I am very 
limited as to the cookies I'm allowed to eat. Her preference would be 
that I eat no cookies while I've got breath in my nostrils. 

I remember when she told me, “You cannot eat no cookies!” 

I smiled because she did not know what she said. A double negative
equals a positive. Most people don't get that. 

The next step was to figure out how to leave the house and go to Publix
without somebody in the house finding out. 

I did not know how I would do this. I thought about it and tried to come
up with the perfect plan. 

Then, an opportunity opened up that I could never have anticipated. 

“I forgot something at Publix,” my wife said, “would you have time to


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