I always wondered at what point would I consider myself “old.”

As a senior adult, I always wondered at what point would I consider myself “old.”

A few weeks ago, I found out — from a very trustworth source.

My wife and I had just finished mowing our front yard, and we noticed a cute little VW bug parallel parking just a few homes north of us. A young woman and a very young boy got out of the car, opened a collapsible wagon and began stacking small boxes into the wagon.

Curious as always, my wife and I walked up to them and asked if they were selling something.

The young boy answered with a crisp, “Yes, sir, I’m selling popcorn to raise money for my Cub Scout troop.”

Let me paint a quick visual picture of this scene. This handsome, young, clean-cut boy was not over 48 inches tall, and was wearing a very official Cub Scout hat, official neckerchief with official Cub Scout slider, Cub Scout shirt and belt, Cub Scout pands and official looking socks. The boy was representing his Cub Scout troop in a very professional way.

I asked the Cub Scout what they were selling, and he responded by unfolding a nice-looking brochure in color and held it out so my wife and I could both see.

He said, “Sir, we’re offering popcorn in different styles.” He then proceeded to read the copy under each style of popcorn.

I asked, “How much is that smallest package shown clear to the right of the brochure?”

He said, “Sir, that is our popcorn in a package, ready to be popped in your microwave, and it is just $25.”

I said, “Whoa!”

Then my wife asked, “How much does your Cub Scout troop receive out of each sale?”

With no hesitation, he said, “Ma’am, my troop receives 73 percent of every sale.”

This little kid was just blowing us away with his savvy. So, I asked the mother, who was standing by with obvious pride, “Just how old is your son? He’s so professional!”

She replied, “Just yesterday he turned seven.”

My reaction was this kid is basically six years old, and he talks like a professional salesperson with the courtesy of a military background. We were very impressed!

So, I told this little scout, “I’ll take the $25 package.”

That’s when it happened. He turned to his mother, reached up and held his hand to the side of his mouth and whispered something in his mother’s ear.

She smiled and said, “No honey, we can’t do that, I’m sorry.” Then the mother turned to us and said, “He asked if we could give you a discount because you are old.”

So, there you have it. It’s official; we’re old.

And you know, we couldn’t have “found out” in a more fun way than from this amazing little cub scout.

As he and his mom left pulling their little wagon filled with popcorn boxes, headed south on our street, he looked back at us and said, “Enjoy your popcorn.” 

I gave him the official Boy Scout three-fingered salute, and he responded with the official Cub Scout two-fingered salute.

I’ve thought a lot about this event, and this amazing boy. I have renewed confidence in the future of our country.

That’s comforting to know — for young and old people alike.

— Dale and Marinell Krebbs are originally from McPherson.