The Vice President & Ella Numera Una are tight, you see. Mrs. Scribe's eldest often refers to Mr. Cheney as the original Girl Scout Cookie Monster.
Follow us back to March 2001. The VP had just undergone one of those "procedures" that have plagued him for about as long as his ailing ticker has. A couple days after the Veep was released from the hospital, Ella Numera Una, an 8th-grader at the time, & her Girl Scout Troop staked out some shopping center space for a Saturday afternoon of selling Thin Mints & Samoas.
Sales were slow, but the thrill level at the Scouts' Cookie Table multiplied by a factor of about 100 as soon as a series of black, window-tinted Suburbans shooshed into the parking lot.
Shoosh! Slam! Scrreeeeek! Tap. Tap. Tap.
Those DC-area kids knew what was up. Secret Service, shore 'nuf!
Ella Numera Una & her friend, Lesley, determined that a Very Important DC Type was headed for the Borders Books located at their end of the shopping center. The 2 little middle-schoolers decided they'd scoot into the bookstore before the entourage reached it, thereby securing an advantageous angle for VIDCT-Viewing..
Low & Behold...in strides the Vice President, 7 Secret Service Types in tow.
Mr. Cheney spoke to a clerk, who procured a book for him. Ella & Lesley spied from behind a bookshelf. Mr. Cheney soon departed. And that's where the Girl Scout Cookies come in.
The VP pulled an agent aside before he exited the Borders. The Secret Service guy nodded, left the store, & headed on out to Camp Cookies.
"One box of Thin Mints, please," the Great Big Agent asked the Tiny Little Scouts.
Lots of whispering, exchanging glances, surreptitious snickering. One box Thin Mints, indeed!
"But didn't the Vice President just get out of the hospital?" Ella Una inquired. "Wasn't it a heart thing?"
Editor's Note: Created as part of Mrs. Scribe's February contribution to the Random Complexity Writing Challenge. 373 words.