Many years ago, long before the advent of cellular phones or even really GPS units, when doing road trips in convoy, the local ritual was “Are we there yet?” “Twenty minutes.”
Said question, over the course of a few years, migrated from “we’re off the highway and approaching our final destination” to as we were departing… But everyone was in on the joke.
I don’t think the people waiting another two weeks are in on the joke.
Small correction, only discovered when I moved across the country: there are two factories producing Girl Scout Cookies – and the recipes have overlap, but each production company has a few unique ones. So sometimes I have to order from my niece rather than my neighbor.
Some of them are the same everywhere, though.