Smuggling Thin Mints Into Prison

(I’m a girl scout, selling cookies right outside the front doors of a grocery store with one of my friends. Suddenly, I hear shouting, and I watch as one of the cashiers tackles a guy running out of the store with a bottle of soda. A few minutes later, a cop shows up.)

Friend: “Did that guy seriously just try to steal a soda?”

Me: “I… think so?”

(The cop comes out with the criminal, now in handcuffs.)

Me: *to the criminal* “Hey, want to buy some cookies?”

Criminal: “Maybe next year, girls!”

(Before putting the criminal in her car, the cop just glares at me.)

Friend: *laughs*