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November 2, 2009 - Karin Elton
Bought way too much candy again this year for Halloween. I only got five trick-or-treaters. One was the neighbor boy in a cartoon character costume that I have never heard of. I asked him if he was a Power Ranger. How dumb of me! Power Rangers are from the 90s!
A little while later three middle-school age boys knocked on our door. One boy said “Trick or treat — smell my feet.” I appreciated that because it adds a little to the transaction. They asked if they could take two items from the bowl and I said they could and I thanked them for coming because I wasn’t getting very many customers.
Then a tiny, tiny little girl came to the door. I felt bad giving her a nasty sugar-filled Reese’s cup. She was at the age when she didn’t know what was going on. Stand at the door and a hideous stranger gives you candy?
I figure the slow night was because of there weren’t too many lights on in the houses around me and it wasn’t a cost-effective block.
My 13-year-old girls went trick or treating for what I assume is their last year. Hey, free candy, they said. I picked up a friend of theirs Saturday evening. They said to pick up DeNell. So I started to go to their friend, DeNeil's house. They said where are you going? I said to DeNeil's house. They said I had to go to DeNell's house.
What are the odds of my daughters having two friends named DeNeil and DeNell? Eerie.
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