Yeah, every day there's a pamphlet at work from someone's kid's team or group or class that's trying to sell something. Mostly chocolates, candy and tsotchkes, though I think they're much better than the stuff we had to try to sell.
The difference was that we had a cardboard suitcase with samples of each that we had to lug around from house to house, sorta like avon in that respect. Now that I think about it, it was cub scouts, not boy scouts. Anyway, the only reason people let us in was our uniforms, they pretended to be interested in the crap because they felt sorry for us, but nobody was interested in frivolous spending at that time, especially after seeing how crappy the samples were.
Ah, good times.
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