Me: *stares into vending machine with half-blank, half-pensive look, while singing under breath* Fish and chips and vinegar, vinegar, vinegar, fiiiiiish and chips and vinegarrrrr, pepper pepper pepper salt.
CC: Heya. How're you doing?
Me: *decides not to tell him I'm trying to figure out exactly how much junk food I can eat now and still have room to stuff myself with Korean barbeque tonight* Not bad. I have a silly song from Girl Scouts stuck in my head, though.
CC: ...It's not 'Baby Shark', is it?
Me, wide-eyed and astonished: No, but I TOtally KNOW that SONG. How, HOW do you know that song? *singing* Baby shark, doo doo, doo doo dedoo...
CC: *eyes downcast, resigned* I have a daughter.
It is SO COOL that the same stupid songs are getting taught to a new generation of Girl Scouts. Srsly. Freakin' cool.
It's easy to forget sometimes how much being a Girl Scout affected me, and helped make me who I am, for better and worse.