A hamscout story from my childhood When I was younger and in girl scouts, we volunteered to cook dinner for families of extremely sick children staying at a local Ronald McDonald House. Our troop combined with a troop of hamscouts with a hamleader from the same town. The cooking itself went pretty well because the hamscouts spent so much time complaining about some shit that they didn't get in the way of those of us actually doing the work. After serving the meal, one of the hamscouts spied a cookie jar in the kitchen and asked me if we could eat the cookies. Like any human with a sense of right and wrong, I said, "NO. THOSE DO NOT BELONG TO YOU. THEY BELONG TO THE FAMILIES OF CHILDREN WHO ARE SO SICK THAT THEY COULD DIE. WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU THINK THAT YOU COULD EAT THEM?" She was not satisfied with my answer, so she asked her mom, the hamleader, who of course said, "Yes. You can eat the cookies as a reward for the good deed you did today." and partook of the cookies herself too. The hamscouts and the one fat girl in our troop ate all of the fucking cookies.