Well, it's not like my day, where we had to stump around neighborhoods knocking on doors, including the creepy guy's down the street so he wouldn't feel bad. These days, boxes of Girl Scout cookies (and band candy) appear in the kitchen area of my office building along with an envelope. Soon, there's a Dreadful Hole where the thin mints used to be (why don't they just break down and make 10:1 thin mints to all the other crap?).