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		<title>By: Molly W.</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/10231/comment-page-1#comment-40759</link>
		<dc:creator>Molly W.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 18:39:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We had to sell candy for fundraising for our school&#039;s choir trip one year. We each got a big box chock full of GOOD candy, like Snickers and Skittles. They were $1 each, and once I got the box home I tore through about 1/4 of it myself... then sold the candy to my neighbors for $2 a pop. I&#039;m bad.

But karma got me in the end- I&#039;ve just had 15 cavities filled.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We had to sell candy for fundraising for our school&#8217;s choir trip one year. We each got a big box chock full of GOOD candy, like Snickers and Skittles. They were $1 each, and once I got the box home I tore through about 1/4 of it myself&#8230; then sold the candy to my neighbors for $2 a pop. I&#8217;m bad.</p>
<p>But karma got me in the end- I&#8217;ve just had 15 cavities filled.</p>
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		<title>By: greenstrawberries</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/10231/comment-page-1#comment-40657</link>
		<dc:creator>greenstrawberries</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 08:04:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was a girl scout for many, many years, and lived on the same block for that whole time. As such, I started as a cute 6 year-old, gained customers, and managed to maintain those same customers until we moved when I was 14. My best friend (who was also a girl scout) and I divided up the block, she got the even numbers, I got the odd. It worked well, and as we lived in suburban NJ, all the houses were close together. 
The strangest thing that I had to sell was for this county orchestra that I was involved in in middle school. We had to sell ad space for the programs that we would give out at all of our concerts. This was nerve-wracking to sell, and I hated doing it. I think part of the problem was that I had NO idea how to sell it, or really, what it was that we were selling. (I never was very good at Economics- or sales.)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was a girl scout for many, many years, and lived on the same block for that whole time. As such, I started as a cute 6 year-old, gained customers, and managed to maintain those same customers until we moved when I was 14. My best friend (who was also a girl scout) and I divided up the block, she got the even numbers, I got the odd. It worked well, and as we lived in suburban NJ, all the houses were close together.<br />
The strangest thing that I had to sell was for this county orchestra that I was involved in in middle school. We had to sell ad space for the programs that we would give out at all of our concerts. This was nerve-wracking to sell, and I hated doing it. I think part of the problem was that I had NO idea how to sell it, or really, what it was that we were selling. (I never was very good at Economics- or sales.)</p>
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		<title>By: Lori L.</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/10231/comment-page-1#comment-40272</link>
		<dc:creator>Lori L.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 17:30:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The worst thing to have to sell door-to-door--and you Catholic school refugees of the &#039;70s will agree with me--are Holy Childhood Stamps.  No, they are not actual postage.  They are decorative, religious stick-ons.  We had to sell them every year in Catholic school to raise money.  I was also a girl scout.  The misery of those experiences has kept me out of sales for the rest of my life.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The worst thing to have to sell door-to-door&#8211;and you Catholic school refugees of the &#8217;70s will agree with me&#8211;are Holy Childhood Stamps.  No, they are not actual postage.  They are decorative, religious stick-ons.  We had to sell them every year in Catholic school to raise money.  I was also a girl scout.  The misery of those experiences has kept me out of sales for the rest of my life.</p>
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		<title>By: Diane</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/10231/comment-page-1#comment-40197</link>
		<dc:creator>Diane</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 15:58:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Our elementry school made us compete for crappy plastic prizes by selling wrapping paper and gift baskets to people in a town where you had to walk a mile to get to the next house.

No ones parents were nice enough to drive us around.
Which might explain why everyone in our class was rail thin.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Our elementry school made us compete for crappy plastic prizes by selling wrapping paper and gift baskets to people in a town where you had to walk a mile to get to the next house.</p>
<p>No ones parents were nice enough to drive us around.<br />
Which might explain why everyone in our class was rail thin.</p>
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		<title>By: Bob</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/10231/comment-page-1#comment-40172</link>
		<dc:creator>Bob</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 15:49:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I sold Pest Control door-to-door for two Summers (as an adult).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I sold Pest Control door-to-door for two Summers (as an adult).</p>
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		<title>By: Miss Cellania</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/10231/comment-page-1#comment-40165</link>
		<dc:creator>Miss Cellania</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 15:34:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Besides Girl Scout cookies, I helped raise money for the school marching band for years. Every year we sold the same item.

Fruitcakes.

I don&#039;t know why so many people bought them; they must&#039;ve felt sorry for us.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Besides Girl Scout cookies, I helped raise money for the school marching band for years. Every year we sold the same item.</p>
<p>Fruitcakes.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know why so many people bought them; they must&#8217;ve felt sorry for us.</p>
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		<title>By: Kelly</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/10231/comment-page-1#comment-40145</link>
		<dc:creator>Kelly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 15:05:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One youthful year, I sold the most Girl Scout cookies in Nebraska!  
You get a bike for that.

I also tried my hand at our yearly grade school fundraisers (mostly chocolates and wrapping paper).  

Then, there was the cookie dough and assorted cheeses we sold for our high school German club.  
High school kids really garner a lot less enthusiasm from the door-to-door buyers...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One youthful year, I sold the most Girl Scout cookies in Nebraska!<br />
You get a bike for that.</p>
<p>I also tried my hand at our yearly grade school fundraisers (mostly chocolates and wrapping paper).  </p>
<p>Then, there was the cookie dough and assorted cheeses we sold for our high school German club.<br />
High school kids really garner a lot less enthusiasm from the door-to-door buyers&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: kay</title>
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		<dc:creator>kay</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 12:18:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i was the worst girl scout cookie saleswoman EVER. my best friend and I once tried to sell them on Super Bowl Sunday, just so we&#039;d actually catch people at home. Needless to say, our presence on the doorstep wasn&#039;t appreciated. 

My little sister, however, was amazing. That girl could sell ice to Eskimos. Once, when she was maybe 7 years old, she stood outside of WalMart with her girl scout troop--and when a large, tattooed, muscle head sort of man stopped by in his pick up truck and tried to lumber past her table, she ran right up to him, and, with a charming, &quot;Mister, would you like to buy some girl scout cookies?&quot; she managed to sell him two boxes.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i was the worst girl scout cookie saleswoman EVER. my best friend and I once tried to sell them on Super Bowl Sunday, just so we&#8217;d actually catch people at home. Needless to say, our presence on the doorstep wasn&#8217;t appreciated. </p>
<p>My little sister, however, was amazing. That girl could sell ice to Eskimos. Once, when she was maybe 7 years old, she stood outside of WalMart with her girl scout troop&#8211;and when a large, tattooed, muscle head sort of man stopped by in his pick up truck and tried to lumber past her table, she ran right up to him, and, with a charming, &#8220;Mister, would you like to buy some girl scout cookies?&#8221; she managed to sell him two boxes.</p>
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		<title>By: veetie</title>
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		<dc:creator>veetie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 04:36:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I sold Girl scout cookies, oranges, magazines, turkey dinner tickets, and begged for items for the bands annual auction.

Makes me a sucker for the poor kids selling door to door.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I sold Girl scout cookies, oranges, magazines, turkey dinner tickets, and begged for items for the bands annual auction.</p>
<p>Makes me a sucker for the poor kids selling door to door.</p>
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		<title>By: gus</title>
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		<dc:creator>gus</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 02:04:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I sold seeds door to door as a child. This was a time, early 60&#039;s, when people had gardens. It also turned out to be my first horticultural job, I later worked in the field for 25 years in three states.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I sold seeds door to door as a child. This was a time, early 60&#8217;s, when people had gardens. It also turned out to be my first horticultural job, I later worked in the field for 25 years in three states.</p>
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