Cookies, Heart Attacks, Introverts, Art & Popcorn

On February 21, 2013 by Eden M. Kennedy

UPDATE! Comments are closed and JanetS won the book! Well done being the second commenter, Janet, and having choose your number. Thanks for all the tales of sales gone wrong, people. My stomach churns for all of you.

Several days a week we carpool to Jackson’s school with another family, and this morning one of the girls we drive with gave me the two boxes of Girl Scout cookies I’d ordered from her last month. I don’t even eat cookies but I bought a box of Tagalongs and a box of Thin Mints because I remember how hard it was to sell cookies when I was a kid and I wanted to help her out.

Well! We were driving along and I was all, “How many boxes of cookies did you sell?” and do you know what she said to me? “Almost 300.” I almost drove off the road. The thought of so many cookie sales is like science fiction to me. The only way that I, as an adult, could hit the same benchmark would be to make 10 people buy 30 boxes of cookies each, all of which I’d then offer to pay for myself, and then I’d have to go lie down in a dark room with a cold compress on my head. 300 boxes. Jesus.

After expressing my amazement and hearty congratulations, she said, “My goal is to sell 500,” and I fainted dead away. When I came to I asked her to guess how many boxes of cookies I sold when I was a Girl Scout. Go on, guess. Actually, don’t, because I told her the wrong number. I told her nine boxes, but I mixed up the fact that I was actually nine years old that year. I really sold only three. Three. However, nine still got a big reaction.

“What?!” she and her sister said in unison. Clearly they had never beheld a creature so incapable of selling the easiest thing to sell in the history of everything.

I explained that when I was a Scout I was so shy that to knock on strangers’ doors to sell cookies was certainly the most cruel task ever devised to make a little girl earn a badge. My father was a salesman — he was the type, as they used say, who could sell snow to Eskimos — but I didn’t get that gene. I wanted nothing to do with grownups or their money, especially ones I didn’t know. AND that was also the 70s for you, my mother just sent me out into the street to sell cookies, there was none of this “I’ll go with you and wait on the sidewalk so you don’t get abducted” business, or “let’s set up a table outside of the grocery store with two of your friends and we’ll just sit back and let the cookies sell themselves.” No, I just wandered off into the neighborhood with a clipboard and a sad wish to get back to the couch before I Dream of Jeannie started.

I guess there were badges that rewarded the introverts, too — I seem to remember getting one for “sewing” a vinyl “cushion” filled with yesterday’s newspaper, and one for learning CPR WHICH REMINDS ME, I got certified for CPR on Wednesday, unwillingly. It was required by my workplace, but as someone who works at a place where a lot of old people hang out I have to concede that it feels kind of great to be up on the latest heart-starting technologies. This is one of the videos they showed us, it’s got a reassuringly angry Ken Jeong in it:

I want to note that when the girls rush in to save the guy they don’t even check to see if he has a pulse before the one starts banging on his chest. You only do the heart compression thing if the person has no pulse. And you don’t have to breathe into the person’s mouth anymore! Studies found that compressing the chest was more than enough to fill and expel the oxygen from people’s lungs and keep their brain oxygenated until their heart picked up again, and that stopping to clear the airway and pinch the nose and share in a stranger’s blood- and saliva-borne diseases was an almost total waste of time. So get that pulseless person down on the floor and pump away! Whee!

We also saw some really gross pictures of burns, and one of a person who had a ring ripped off his finger by some machinery. Glaaaah.

Before I entirely lose track of what I meant to talk about, I want to tell you that I have a paperback copy of Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking to give away. All you need to do is leave a comment and I’ll use to pick a person to send it to. In your comment I need you to share with us the best, worst, or most interesting thing you’ve ever tried to sell.

ALMOST LASTLY, I have two more drawings to show you.

dog + trees

This was for a request for “a big, dumb (black, rottweilerish) dog that is scared of palm trees.” My inspiration came from two places. One is the bike path near the beach in Santa Barbara that is lined with palm trees, and the other was this dog that I saw on I’m not sure what the story is here: was she so scared of trees that she broke one? Did one fall over and scare her and now she’s afraid that palm trees are trying to kill her? Yes. All of that.

This next drawing was for the person who runs, she asked for a drawing of something from her website, or else just anything I felt like. Since I’m still bravely facing my fear of drawing people, I was happy to try drawing this happy pair:


Can you see that? It’s a woman and a baby and they both have expressions of genuine happiness on their faces. I decided to try and capture that.


I didn’t succeed, so I made the baby into a bug. ARTISTIC LICENSE.

Last thing, I promise, I did a post over at the Popcorn Whisperer where I invent Salted Caramel Popcorn and explain how to make it and it’s MAGNIFICENT. It is truly a revelation. Go over there and make some, then come back and leave a comment so you can possibly win a book, or just come back and read the other comments, I don’t care, I’m not going to make you do anything. We all have free will. That’s the crazy part of all this.



69 Responses to “Cookies, Heart Attacks, Introverts, Art & Popcorn”

  • Oh, this book—I have been thinking about this book ever since my daughter said to me, “There are some kids who are huge jerks at my school, and a lot of kids who are pretty nice at my school, but I prefer to be with my books than with either of them.” She? Was not the world’s best girl scout cookie seller. Surprise.
    And what I have tried to sell? Oh dear. My soul, my pride…um, I worked at the House of Teriyaki—DONUT for a while, so I sort of tried to sell that.

  • I wonder if Salted Caramel Popcorn qualifies as an appetizer? I’m going to a party on Saturday and need to bring something yummy. (And I would love to win that book.)

  • I made that newspaper-filled cushion, too! And we learned a little rhyme to go with it, which I think just consisted of repeating the phrase, “I sat upon a sit upon on a sit upon I sat” until our troop leaders broke out the apple cider we had accidentally fermented and sent us all home.

  • My best year as a Girl Scout was 56 (I clearly remember my friend Tionna knocking out 200+ orders year after year). Once my kiddo was a Girl Scout I remembered why T was so successful….her mom. The only year my girly was a scout I took to Twitter and sold her about 250 boxes. LIKE A BOSS. Twitter is great for pretending you’re extroverted. :-)

  • me want book

  • I would like a copy of that book– we have a lot of introverts around here. Let’s see… when I was a kid I took out a classified ad to sell my brown vinyl bean bag. The woman who came to buy it was a fierce haggler, and I gave it to her for practically nothing. Then I had to pay my dad for the ad. Lost money on that deal.

  • Introversion and salesmanship definitely don’t mix. Though it’s a bit abstract, the worst thing I’ve had to “sell” is myself… I’m kind of terrible at interviewing, and I’ve never even attempted the nightmare of networking. 30-second elevator pitch? The horror! This year when I wrote my self-evaluation at work I honestly thought it was almost too braggy… and then my boss had to make me change all the parts that made me sound bad. Fail.

  • I sold seeds door to door in my neighborhood. Remember those ads in the comic books about selling seeds and making tons of money? No, of course you don’t. I’m old!

    I sold those seeds to a neighborhood with no gardens… during one of Colorado’s drought summers. I didn’t make tons of money so I turned to science writing to pay the bills.

  • I’ve been wanting to read that book since forever. My daughter is supposed to collect pledges for her jog a thon and I’m already cringing.

  • I had to sell candles once in school. It was not good, don’t think I sold any.

  • I used to sell raffle tickets for school or something. I think my grandparents bought them all.

  • I don’t think there was anything I liked selling when I was growing up, so I sold whatever was the minimum requirement, usually to my parents. Today, I buy the bare minimum if asked, but I do make exception for Girl Scout cookies. My little girl is a Brownie, so there’s no way around not buying cookies (like it’s a major sacrifice — but I digress)!

  • I once had a job selling sunglasses. I don’t think I would have sold more sunglasses if I lived near the desert …or the sun for that matter.

  • I think John’s eloquent ask for a book is a clear winner. I might even give him mine if I were to get one. But I need to ask if you’ve ever heard of my friend Laurie Helgoe? She’s written a book called ‘Introvert Power’ that is in its 2nd edition, and it’s kind of brilliant. You should google her drlauriehelgoe dot com. She’s pretty awesome. I think you’d like her book.

  • And P.S. I really meant to say…the BUG! A stroke of artistic genius, that.

  • When I was in grade 5, the school had a fundraiser where we sold boxes of garbage bags. The big black kind. You couldn’t opt out, every kid got a box of 10 boxes of garbage bags and had to sell them. GAH. I thought I might die. Luckily my mother was merciful and bought all 10 of mine…and my older sister’s, too. I bet it was years before she was through all those red and white striped boxes!

  • My parents made me go knock on doors alone too, think I sold maybe 4 boxes but remember our troop leader combined our sales so we all were able to go to camp.

    I also may have talked my boys out of joining scouts (and the boys don’t even sale cookies). Also paid $60 to have my car washed by their football team just so I (not them?) wouldn’t have to sell any tickets.

    The kids don’t sell anymore, the parents do it for them.

  • I’ve had the Introvert book on my GoodReads list for ages. My boys are in Cub Scouts and selling scouts popcorn is the worst. It’s ridiculously expensive and everyone you ask has already bought some from another scout. Grrr…

  • I had to sell the ugliest candles you’ve ever laid eyes on when I was in elementary school. I begged my parents to buy a whole bunch but they declined. I knew from an early age that sales was definitely not my thing. I’ve been wanting to read that book for a while now.

  • I’ve occasionally attempted to be an ebay mogul, selling my slightly used crap and feeling good about positive cash flow. Until I get to the post office and realize that I woefully underestimated shipping expenses and basically made nothing. Until the ebay fees hit at the end of the month and I’m under water on the whole thing. Donating to goodwill is a much better avenue for me.

  • The salted popcorn is a little TOO magnificent. It is dangerous. I think I need to throw out the sugar so I can’t make it anymore.

    But yeah. It’s reallyreallyreally good.

    I am an introvert but a horribly chatty one. You might think those things don’t go together but they do. I’m an outgoing introvert. But I cannot sell worth a damn. I would sell Campfire Candy and sit with my little chair and book with a sign and no one would ever come up to me. I’d never say a peep to get sales moving. My Girl Scout kid is a selling demon. She loves talking strangers into things. They’ll want one box, she’ll talk them into two. But 300 boxes! That’s pretty damn good.

  • Oooh, I would love that book too.

    My mom also sent me out to sell GS cookies alone. Selling them was the easy part; DELIVERING them several weeks/months(?) later was hell. I was always so over it by that point. Schlepping boxes all around the neighborhood (I didn’t even have a wagon, just had to make a bazillion trips), had to make repeat visits if they weren’t home, everyone always wanted to pay by check. Then I realized the kids who were selling hundreds of boxes had parents who just took the sign-up sheet to their office and left it in the break room. Bitter? Me? Yeah…

  • Me too, me too, I would really love that book. I was a Girl Scout overseas (TOFS shout out) and didn’t have to sell cookies. We sold Girl Scout calendars instead. I think I sold…3? The only people who wanted a GS calendar had a Girl Scout, and hence, their own in-house source. It was awful.

  • I worked at a hot dog stand for two weeks and had to sell hot dogs and churros to the soccer fans at UCSB.

  • If my mom hadn’t taken all of my Campfire Girl and 4H and school merchandise to work and sold it for me, I wouldn’t have sold any.

  • I think the best I ever did was 7 boxes. My mom was as introverted as I was and would not take the sales form to her work… I too went house to house to house …. ya, that was pretty much it and I went home because it was awful.

  • I never liked selling Girl Scout cookies either, but one year I cracked the code: I lived in Texas. There were two large trailer parks in my town. Cookie season overlapped with football season.

    The year I went door to door in the two trailer parks on Super Bowl Sunday? I caught everyone at home, and everyone was willing to buy some cookies as long as they didn’t miss too much of the game. Bam! 320 boxes sold, in just a few hours.

  • I am also a weird kind of introvert — I will (usually) quite happily engage in long, random conversations with total strangers, but I find it really difficult to feel motivated to and/or not totally exhausted by spending even relatively small periods of time with friends or people I know. Mostly, I would just rather be by myself as much as possible.

    I was a Brownies dropout after not even a full year, but I did sell candy for some charitable cause or another through my health class in junior high — we had king-size packages of M&Ms or king-size packages of Reese’s peanut butter cups. I…gave a lot of peanut butter cups away to people I did theatre with outside of school, and totally binged out on the rest. Somehow, nobody ever noticed that I had signed out a full box more than I turned in cash for, and I never got caught or had to pay for them. (I’m not saying I’m proud of this, looking back, but it was pretty cool at the time for 11-year-old me.)

  • The only thing I have ever sold is knives. Not very well.

  • You described my Girl Scout days exactly. The only thing worse than selling cookies to my neighbors in the ’70s was the other fundraiser our troop did, selling calendars. At least people WANTED to buy cookies.

  • oooh, non seller here too. I don’t think I ever had to “sell” girl scout cookies…my mother worked in the office of an elementary school. she took my order form with her to work and voila, cookie sales. I would have died of mortification if I’d had to actually knock on someone’s door and ask them to buy from me. I actually hate door to door solicitors – the state democratic party is the worst around here, it’s like feeding a stray cat, they keep coming back – but I so admire the fact that they can confidently continue their spiel while I’m backing away and closing the door, that I’m also usually simultaneously apologizing to them for not contributing, and/or giving them some money anyway. See, not only am I too shy to sell, but too shy to say no to a gutsy salesperson.

  • I’ve been trying to be an ambivert lately, and it’s really hard. One of my tasks this month is to gather information from a bunch of people and I so procrastinate on it. Ugh.

  • I work at a public library and one year as a fundraiser they decided we would be selling bags of heart shaped pasta at the circulation desks. I was very unhappy about this because I hate selling things and also because the 14 oz bags were priced at $7 each! I thought that was a ridiculous price. I obsessed over it for about 2 weeks trying to bring my dislike of the pasta together with my love of my job. Finally after mulling it over, I came up with a script and tried it out on my cousin. I decided to look on it as a gift with donation. I would say If you make a $7 donation to the library we will give you this lovely bag of heart shaped pasta. My cousin promptly bought 2 bags. Went to work and put it into practice and became the highest seller. I was really glad when the last bag of pasta was gone.

  • I don’t sell well. I’m an introvert. I had a 1989 Cavalier Z-24 that had almost 240,000 miles on it. It made the trek to Atlanta from Ohio with me & served it’s purpose– good gas mileage & pretty reliable. By the time I needed to get rid of it, the only thing left that worked was the radio…and it ran. No A/C…no heat…no windows going up & down. Had a friend I wanted to give it to that was going through some tough times. Giving was easier. If it broke upon receiving, I didn’t need to feel bad about it. Anyways, he brought $100 to dinner (yes, made him dinner the day he was going to drive it away too.)…In the course of negotiations, I talked HIM down to $60. A few weeks later, the sun roof flew out while crossing an overpass. A few weeks later after that, the car was totaled in an accident. I don’t care for selling things. I get less than what I probably should because I talk the buyer down! Love the blog by the way!

  • In college, I had to sell coupon books that gave discounts on hoagies made at a local gas station.

  • Lol nice random topic, well the worst thing I have ever sold was cookies. Worst because it was against my will and I was a bit younger than I’m now and had no choice.
    My cousin and I were ordered to sell cookies for some old who was our grandmother’s friend because she had no grand children and was too old to do it herself.
    We had to go door to door and sometimes at school. Though it was quiet embarrassing in a way it turned out to be the best, cause It kind of helped me to get over my shyness.

  • The worst thing I’ve ever tried to sell? Spirit towels. They were monogrammed with the first letter of my high school … the idea was that everyone would take them to football games and wave them in the air to encourage the team (?!?).

  • I didn’t actually try to sell them, but after college when I was looking for a job, ANY job, I went to a pitch for door to door vacuum cleaner salespeople. I’m not sure what possessed me even to attend. I wanted to leave shortly after it started, but listened to the whole miserable pitch, knowing that I was not the right kind of person for the position.

  • I *hated* selling things for fundraisers as a kid, even Girl Scout cookies, even when my mom did go with me. But my daughter, age 7, sold 152 boxes of cookies almost entirely by herself – most of them at school to teachers and staff, and she was broken-hearted that I wouldn’t turn her loose to knock on every stranger’s door in the neighborhood. I have no idea where she got the selling gene from.

  • When I was in high school and raising money for a marching band trip to Florida, we sold ourselves for “Slave Day.” (Something tells me this kind of fundraiser would never fly today.) It was inspired by the football team who’d had a lot of success with their Slave Days by mowing lawns and baling hay. I lucked out and nabbed a cat-sitting job for the elderly woman at the end of my street, but not before I had to knock on far too many doors and ask, “Are there any jobs I can do for you for, like, money? I’m trying to get to Florida.”

  • Your GS cookie story and my own are identical. I thought I was the only one who was terrified to ask my neighbors to buy things. My mom was always baffled. I would just stand at the door and cry silent tears until she gave up and let me go read.

  • Is it ridiculous that I got nervous reading about selling cookies? At my advanced age? I wasn’t a Girl Scout, but our school put us to work early and often and I never got used to going door to door, even in our small town.

  • My son’s school sold chocolate bars as a fundraiser. I took a box of them to work, set them on the table in the lunchroom along with a photo of my adorable 6yr old son and an envelope to leave money in, and sold them all in one day. Then I did it again a week later. I think they all remembered how many of THEIR chocolates I’d purchased over the years!

  • I find it so odd (in a good way) that you are giving this book away. Less than 2 hours ago I mentioned it to my son’s speech clinician.

  • I remember as a young girl in school we had to sell candy bars and my stepdad would go with me even up to the door i would knock but he would sell the candy I was terrified but I wanted to win one of the prizes for selling the stupid candy (which I never did) My stepdad always ended up taking the candy to work and selling it.

  • For choir in junior high school we had to sell poster sized calendars. My sister, clearly not an introvert, went out in our neighborhood and pre-sold everyone so that when the calendars came in, none of us could sell to anyone as she already got their orders. Brilliant and horrifying at the same time.

  • My mother, the introvert, would not allow my (older) sister (the extrovert) to go door to door to sell Girl Scout Cookies. Mom could imagine not imagine the horror of having strange kids show up at your house asking you to buy things. (I didn’t get that far in Girl Scouts. I’m the introvert.)

    I avoid sales. Including interviews. And self-assessments. I don’t even want to haggle. (Here’s what I will give you – take it or leave it but don’t make me chat with you!)

    re: the best, the worst, the most interesting I’ve ever tried to sell: upcycled ties for dogs.

  • I had a summer job one year where I was selling newspaper subscriptions over the phone (best selling medium for an introvert — no eye contact to worry about). It didn’t last too long as I was not particularly aggressive about it. When someone said no, I thanked them and hung up, much to the dismay of my boss. The final blow was the day I called someone and they refused to subscribe and, because I’d been instructed to, I pushed a little and told them some of the benefits of subscribing, to which they replied, “I’m sorry, I’m blind.” Call — done. Job — done. Instead I went on to a temp job stocking shelves at a Pier One that was being opened. Much safer.

  • Dominos pizza, in high school. I was terrible – basically couldn’t answer the phone to take orders because I would get so tongue-tied. I lasted two weeks.

  • I sold mediocre chocolate bars with the brand name “World’s Finest” in elementary school. One year, I sold a tiny amount but won a giant block of their milk chocolate in a drawing. It was probably 12 by 12 by 4 inches, and my household of two hacked off bits of it for the next few weeks. I can report that it is possible to become tired of chocolate–but for me, the condition was totally reversible.

  • You hear about kids now selling thousands of boxes of Girl Scout cookies! What the hell? I remember the immense pride I had when my mom sewed my “Cookies – 50 in ’76″ patch on my jacket in second grade! 50 seemed like an exorbitant number!

  • Almost too introverted to leave a comment, but here it is:
    Girl Scout calendars, OMG — everyone kept telling me to come back when it was cookie season because, duh, the cookies are awesome but the calendars weren’t.

  • Ken Jeong looks a lot like my brother-in-law in this video, for some reason. Must be the suit. Not that my brother in law wears that kind of suit now mind you. But there are pictures … !

  • I sold knock-off perfume, door-to-door for about a week when I was in my twenties. Then I became physically ill, and slept for two days straight. I took that as a sign that sales wasn’t for me (because it literally made me sick), and promptly quit. I did learn the lesson about having to get past 100 no’s in order to get to a yes. Apparently that’s a “thing” in sales. Probably just a way to keep you from sticking a fork in your eye and walking out of your job.

    Note; I feel more and more introverted every year. Is that also a “thing”?

  • I think I was relatively successful at selling cookbooks for school one year in middle school even though the idea of knocking door to door like we did gives me hives now. If I remember correctly I was terrible at fulfillment, though. There are probably a few cookbooks still in my mom’s house that some poor soul paid for in good faith and never received. Guilt.

  • Weekly debit life insurance. Second worst-having to go back every week to collect the premium. Lasted a month. I knew I wasn’t long for the job anyway when the guy training me on the sales pitch threw out the old saw about “at year blah blah the cash value will exceed the face value of the policy at which point you’re getting it for free” and I said, “So they stop having to pay premiums at that point?”. Apparently not so much.

  • The book sounds great! Please put me in the running for it!

    The biggest fundraiser I ever had to be involved in back in school was selling grapefruit. I sold I think a couple of dozen crates of grapefruit which was the most horrible thing to try and deliver in the winter ever. I could only fit about two crates in my wagon and then I’d have to walk all the way home to get more. (Why are we making kids do such things again?)

  • I don’t want the book, so please don’t make me win it, because I already own it. So I want someone else to have it and read it and love it. But I wanted to say I saw Susan Cain speak one week ago this very day, and she was mag-damn-nificent.

  • Hand on heart, when I was 13 I was Canada’s youngest Avon lady. Going door to door in my suburban neighbourhood caked in make-up. I find that fact even stranger to consider now that I know that in truth I am a natural introvert. I also echo Jon’s awesome comment: me want book.

  • we once had an old Chevy Blazer that would randomly but dramatically accelerate while being driven, which while exciting, was obviously extremely unsafe. Someone on Craigslist actually bought it for $200, full disclosure, of course. I don’t know why he wanted it, but maybe he was a recovering adrenaline junky who fell off the wagon.

  • In person, meh – but over ebay? Apparently I rule. Once sold a bag of used nursing bras for a staggeringly high percent of the original price. Book pls thx :-) ?

  • In high school, we had a fundraiser to raise money for a charity. We sold 30 different flavors of lollipops. All I had to do was setup a table during lunch hour and the kids flocked to the candy. I sold out of lollipops in two days.

  • When I was a little girl, probably about 10 (that’s 5th grade, right?) we had to sell stupid baubles and shit from some outfit called Tom Watt Showcase. We were given this horrible cardboard “briefcase” filled with gaudy christmas ornaments, shoddy toys, chintzy school supplies, and hideous, goose-bedecked household tat.

    Like yourself, I was not one of nature’s salesgirls. I was already developing a rather wry sense of humor and had a pretty good bullshit detector for a kid. I knew the crap I was lugging from house to house was crap. I didn’t want to sell crap. I wanted to hang out in the warm corner by the chimney reading Little House books.

    So, my Dad hauled me around to the houses of his various friends, and I grudgingly delivered my spiel, which was along the lines of, “I’ve got to sell this junk for school. It’s not very good, so I understand if you don’t want any of it, but I have to show it to you anyway.”

    I’d proceed to unpack the lot of crap, warning people away from the egregiously shoddy items. I managed to sell maybe five boxes of christmas baubles and a set of colored pencils with little rainbows printed on them.

    It was awful.

  • Oh boy, in Catholic school we were required to sell religious stamps. So strange, they weren’t postage stamps, they weren’t stickers, they just looked like postage stamps, rippled edges and all. I remember feeling ashamed that I didn’t sell any (Catholic school was GREAT for feeling ashamed about ANYTHING) and didn’t win a statue of the Virgin Mary. Ugh. Now when I see kids selling something I always buy. Chocolate bars, candy, candles, jog-a-thons, whatever, I’m in.

  • My worst selling job is my business. I fail at my own business -pretty lame, right? Especially when what I have to sell is holidays at my farmhouse in France. How hard could it be? Let me tell you, harder than you think.

  • I never made it to girl scouts as I quit brownies (before scouts) because I refused to wear tights and a skirt. Apparently I refused to join soccer because there was “too much running”. I’m an extrovert, married to an extrovert with a 10 month old daughter who is showing herself to be in introvert, so I have lots of learning on how to support her so she feels safe but doesn’t get run over by every loudmouth she meets, including me!

  • I had to sell candy for marching band. I sold maybe 10 things. When the candy came in, I had to deliver it. Found out quickly I’d written everything down wrong & no one accepted their orders. Pretty sure my family funded my entire candy selling boondoggle. Also, it was good we all liked peanut butter cups and turtles.

  • The only thing I liked selling as a kid was wrapping paper. Pretty samples of metallic paper seemed so elegant and refined to my pre-teen sensibilities. Think I ”sold” 2 max to my mom.