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1.11.05

halloween 2005: the candy.

so we get home right when it's just stopped raining and it's just dark and the little kids are all running around outside wanting their treatsses. Which is fine. and there are certainly nice little kids in costumes that clearly know what Halloween is all about, which is them and their costumes and their candy, perfect. and there are very very small kids in costumes out with their parents that just as clearly do not know what Halloween is all about, and they are terrified but they like the candy enough to knock on the door and mumble something, and they'll be ready for next year, and that's ok too. and there are a couple of larger kids, not in costumes, that are going around with smaller ones that might be their siblings (in most cases) or their own freaking offspring (in a few cases), and whatever, they're using an exploit, right, taking little kids out and getting candy for themselves, but somebody has to take the tiny ones out and there's not much i can do about it. and then there are large groups of full-sized teenagers not in any semblance of costume roaming around and taking huge handfuls of candy for nothing, without any pretense. For nothing. when i was a full-sized teenager roaming around and taking huge handfuls of candy, i was always in costume. And since well more than half of our candy went to these full-sized teenagers with big hands and no outfits, we may not be doing it up so much with the buying candy and leaving lights on next year.

See? you've ruined it for everybody. we were one of the nice houses that doesn't get the cheap ass candy and lets you choose if you like snickers or baby ruth or butterfingers or tootsie rolls best. We let you have two or three of them. but now? no. sorry. you are scaring no evil spirits from my door, i'm not doing you any damn favors.

scrawled @ 16:04