Talk about a boffo night for Trick or Treating last night. Positively boffo! There were a grand total of 5 who hit Powell Manor last night, and they all hit at once. Perhaps you expect that information to disappoint me, seeing as how I bought like 800 bags of candy for the event. Not so, as I wasn't even going to give the candy to them. Instead, I'd been saving up the coupons from the dry-cleaners to hand out. Seeing those kids' zeal for the coupons, I must conclude they don't give a crap about proper care for their delicates. Maybe I'm just an old fogey for expecting those kids to wear silk cumberbunds to school like we used to. Conclusion: lots of candy and starched shirts for me. In your face, stupid kids!
Actually, the real reason it was still pretty fun was because of the group that did hit our house. It had this one little girl in the group who was just ... wow. Remember the guy from the Micromachines commercials who used to talk incredibly quickly? Imagine him as an 8 year old dressed up like a princess. "Trickortreat. Myparentsdon'tlikemetoeatcandybecauseIgetalittlehyperbutdon'tworry,I'msavingittonightformybrothersandsisters. Isthatchocolate? Chocolatechocolatechocolate! Iamaprincessandprincesseseatchocolate! WhenIgethomeIwilleatthiscandyatareasonablepaceunderparentalsupervision,don'tyouworryaboutthat."
To catch it all, I would've had to tape it and then rewatch it like the Zapruder film. The group was all girls and a few of them were really young. The last one who came up to the door was the youngest of the group, and instead of the whole Trick or Treat process, she just looked at her motormouth friend, shook her head, and sighed. You bet your ass she got extra candy for that.
Posted by Cody at November 1, 2005 6:42 PM