Heh, a little Post-Holiday Shitladying at the Mall GS Cookie Stand Hubs and I went to the mall today to get him a new pair of jeans and a new tube of BB cream for me. There is a Girl Scout Cookie stand at our mall, manned by several obeast GS Troop Leaders (the Scouts themselves were unloading boxes, though I think the beast with whom I actually conducted the transaction was an older Scout--it's impossible to tell their ages when they're that lardy). I stopped to get some Peanut Butter Patties, because I love those. They were $4 a box. I pulled a five out of my pocket. Obeast says, "They're five boxes for $20," and I replied that I only had a five on me. "We take cards," she said. I hesitated for a moment and then said, truthfully, "No, I don't need five boxes, I'm trying to lose the holiday weight." (I haven't weighed myself but I know I gained a pound or two, because my jeans feel a touch more snug around the waist.) The Troop Leader said "You don't need to lose weight," or something, to which I said thanks as I handed over the five and was given my change and box of cookies.  When I got back to Hubs, he was snickering. He told me that when I said that about the holiday weight, the lardy Scout gave me a long up-and-down look, blushed, and got this really miserable look on her face. He said she didn't even look at my face again as she took my money and handed over my cookies. Heh heh heh!