I know that I’ve already mentioned that Halloween is my absolutely most favorite holiday. But, seriously, how can you not love a holiday that combines dressing up and eating candy?! Throw in the fact that orange is one of the official colors and it makes me wish that every day was Halloween (with a few breaks for Christmas, New Years and my birthday).
I was greatly disappointed at our complete and total lack of trick or treaters at our house this year. This was my first year buying my own candy and I was really excited to see all the little kiddies with their costumes on. There were definitely some really cute kids, but we got less than a handful of them.
I am turning into a cranky old woman. I am about two nights of lame trick or treaters away from sitting on my front porch with a cane and shaking it in impotent rage at all the kids. I don’t mind when older kids trick or treat (I may or may not have gone trick or treating a few years ago when I was old enough to know better… all you need is a good mask and a shirt baggy enough to hide your boobies). What I do mind is when older kids go trick or treating and don’t bother to wear a costume. Or say trick or treat. Or thank you. And they have pillowcases… and they reach in your candy bowl and try to take a handful….
We got one group of girls who were probably 14 or 15. One had some face-paint, one had kitty ears and one of them had a stuffed dog. I asked her what her costume was and she said “Nicole Ritchie.” I wanted to make a snide remark about her being fifty pounds over weight instead of under weight, but I am nicer than that. Plus, I really really didn’t want our house to get egged.
I gave everybody who came to my door a big handful of candy. Except for the people who were greedy and/or rude. They all got one piece. Halloween candy justice is sweet and full of nougat. Can’t be bothered to be polite? Oh, well then I can’t be bothered to give you more candy. See: Hope turning into bitter old woman above.
I should have been giving the candy away by the handfuls though, because we have pounds of the stuff left over. I have no self control when it comes to mini twix, so I brought most of it to work. Of course, my cube mates insisted that we keep some in our cube. Damn them and their metabolisms!
Must… not… eat… mini… mars… bars…
Hehehe I’m so glad people are too afraid to trick or treat here, as it allows me to continue loving Halloween. I’ve been assured that having one’s own house and dealing with sulky, rude kids trudging up one’s porch and thanklessly grabbing for handfuls is a surefire way to begin despising the holiday.
I was watching the Peanuts Great Pumpkin movie the other day, and amidst all that “I got a rock” humor, I realized they don’t ever say “thank you” or acknowledge the adults at all. I can’t help but think that if Charlie Brown and company are that rude, then we really have no hope for the overweight Nicole Richies (hahaha!) of the world.
{sulking because I didn’t get any of the office Twix}