What the hell is it with teenagers going trick or treating? And on top of that, parents as well. I am not talking about just dressing up and going with their little darlings door to door to make sure they don't fall into the booby trap I set for them debris pile left over from Hurricane Wilma.
I mean parents knocking on doors, holding out their pillowcase and then critquing my candy selection. And if you have to shave, I don't care if its face, armpits, legs or snatch, then you are too old to be knocking on doors saying "trick or treat". You want to dress up, fine, do that and go to your own party, don't come knocking on my door.
This one woman, she's there with her brood, dressed as Pippi Longstocking I think, pillowcase in hand expecting me to put candy in her bag. She then says "Oh, I love Snickers. Can I have a Snickers. Oh, this is not for me, this is for his (pointing at her ten year old son) twin brother who is at home in a wheelchair. |Laughs| Oh what is that kid's name again. Or is it a twin sister? |Laughs|"
I told her "Hey that's funny, too bad my brother-in-law and sister-in-law couldn't make it down here with their 8 year old son who has spent his entire life in a wheel chair compelte with breathing tubes and a g-tube, they would probably find that really amusing".
On top of that the High Sherriff in these parts asked everyone to do the Trick or Treating yesterday during the daylight hours. So I have to put up with this yesterday and today.
Next year instead of passing out Candy, I am making little goodie bags. You know little paper bags with a pumpkin decoration on the front, filled with Candy Corn, Jawbreakers, Sweet Tarts and at the very bottom a loaded rat trap.
