Girl Scout Cookie Bars and the Walgreens Win

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If you have yet to experience the delight that is Girl Scout Cookie candy bars, stop reading now and hightail it to your nearest Walgreens.

In the opinion of my sweet tooth, they are the greatest candy bars ever. The Thin Mint variety tastes exactly like a Thin Mint Girl Scout cookie. The Caramel & Coconut is a close second. And to my husband, the Peanut Butter Creme is manna from heaven.

But that's not the big win. I'll get to that.

"Limited Edition"—Yeah, Right

These little nuggets of awesome say "Limited Edition" all over the wrapper. Even though I know this is a marketing ploy to sell more candy bars, I don't care. My give-a-damn takes a nap when my taste buds are this satisfied.

Except they are sort of "limited edition." Not all Walgreens stores carry them. And they're often sold out. And they appear to be sold only during the summertime. So, when I do see them, I tend to buy several.

Last weekend, I hadn't eaten one since a month or two ago. I think you can see where this is going.

Saturday Night's Triple Win

Saturday night, my husband and I went to a house party at a friend's. On the way home, we got the munchies and decided we'd stop and grab dessert. We knew there was a bakery on our walk home from the train. Alas, it was closed.

Image credit: www.nemosbakery.com

So we ended up at Walgreens. We figured we could find something there to satisfy our cravings, even if it was one of those mass-produced, plastic-wrapped Nemo's Carrot Cake squares that I have no business loving, but do.

I made a beeline for the candy aisle. Rows of Hershey, Nestle, and Cadbury goodies stared back at me, but none of my beloved Girl Scout Cookie bars.

Oh well. I grabbed a deLish Caramel Kingdom chocolate bar, my husband settled for some Oreos, and we headed for the checkout.

Our cashier was a man we've seen a few times before, this being our friendly neighborhood Walgreens. As we dropped our treats on the counter, I couldn't resist asking him: "Do you guys have any of those Girl Scout Cookie candy bars?"

Nirvana.

The cashier pointed behind me at a checkout display. Jackpot! Not only did they have the bars, they had entire boxes of them! My husband and I may have actually cheered (several glasses of wine may have been consumed that evening). We grabbed a couple of boxes each, figuring we could freeze the extras and eat them all winter long.

The cashier's eyes twinkled as he rang us up.

As he handed me my receipt, he pointed to it.

"There's a phone number on here," he said, "for Cookie Intervention."

We were halfway home before we stopped laughing.

What a triple win—a date night, hard-to-find sweet treats, and unexpected humor.

In closing, I leave you with some wise words from the Dr. Demento show:


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