Traveling Saleman

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Almost two months ago, a Negligent Boy Scout knocked on our door. We didn't know at the time that he would be negligent, we just knew that he was selling Boy Scout Popcorn.

We bought a package and was told that he'd come back in two weeks to deliver.

About 4 weeks into our popcorn vigil my wife and I decided to come to terms with reality. There would be no popcorn. Our dreams had been forgotten, our desires would be denied. We cried ourselves to sleep that night. Outside, angels wept for us.

Last week, the doorbell rang. It was the Negligent Boy Scout's mom, and she had our popcorn. My wife grilled her. "Why did it take so long? Don't you live in this neighborhood?"

"Well, we used to." "You moved?" "Yeah, we sold everybody around here a bunch of poop and then we hit the road."

We haven't tried our popcorn yet. We're a little afraid of the flavor.