Some years ago a little neighbor girl came to my door trying to sell girl scout cookies. Nice as could be I read her the ingredient list on her sample box of cookies and gently explained what should not be eaten. I suggested that if her troop and their mothers would bake up some cookies with the normal, family baked cookie ingredients I would be happy to buy some and all of the money could be used by their girl scout troop instead of some being taken by those in the girl scout corporate leadership.

She looked sad, tuned and walked away.

Her father later stopped by to tell me that his daughter was crying when she got back home. He was very angry that I had been so mean to his daughter.