Girl Scout Gone Rogue

“We’ll wear tan pants,” the troop leader said. “And matching tee-shirts.” Oh no. I thought. This is going to be a challenge.

When my daughter told me her Girl Scout troop sold enough cookies to take a trip to New York, I was thrilled – until I learned I’d have to go too. These aren’t the scouts I grew up with. Now there’s a rule for everything.

“If you go to the bathroom, take someone with you. At least two adults must be with the girls at all times.”

I visualized our group in the subway: walk ten steps, stop, count heads, walk ten more steps. What a departure from my lifestyle. “Don’t pack bathing suits. We won’t have a certified lifeguard with us.”

Perhaps I could take sedatives. I have enough drugs left over from cancer to medicate an army.

The problem is that I haven’t had a boss in 20 years. When I quit my job in New York, I moved to California and have been an entrepreneur ever since. People lik