As we walked by, your exuberant question of " would you like to by some Girl Scout cookies?" was met with a reply of "sorry , no, I'm diabetic", but you probably was the wry smile on my face. For though I am actually pre diabetic, I realize I had been an ass to you. I once was a clad-in-green, sash and beret wearing member of your carb pedaling clan. Alas, my days of selling thin Mints for $1.50 a box are long gone, and I had a moment of snarkiness in which I forgot the Scout's Honor. As I passed back by, I made a small donation, but hope you were not discouraged and keep on cookie-fying the world.