On his way in to our local grocery, my husband was stopped by a gaggle of small girls selling Girl Scout cookies.
When he said Yes, he'd take a box, a Brownie asked, "What kind?"
Helpfully he inquired, "Oh, let's see - which is your slowest seller?"
The tiny spokesperson thought a minute, then, pointing toward another girl, stating emphatically, "Brittany!"
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