I don’t give out candy anymore because I live in a secured building and kids can’t get in. You know what? That’s fine with me.
I’m often invited to Halloween parties where I can dress up in a costume, but I don’t feel like doing that anymore either. The last time I went to a Halloween party, I dressed up as an accountant. Yep, I wore a suit and tie.
I haven’t carved a pumpkin in years—not since the kids were little. I always had fun doing it.
Once when I was a kid and went out treat or treating, a neighbor gave me a box of candy cigarettes. Remember those things? Do they still make them? Why do I hope they do?
I haven’t priced Halloween candy at the store in a long time, but I bet it’s expensive. When you buy Halloween candy and have some bags left when it’s over, can you take that candy back to the store and get a full refund if you have the receipt? I’ve never done that. I always just ate the leftover candy.
Never once when someone didn’t give me candy did I do something mean to them—you know “treat” them in anyway. I didn’t do this, because my parents would have killed me.
I may go to YouTube and watch Bobby Pickett sing “Monster Mash” tonight.
You know, I’ve got that Walgreens T-shirt they gave me at their “Appreciation Day” last Saturday. I could go down to the corner of happy and healthy in a little bit and wear it as a costume and pretend to be a Walgreens employee.
Yeah—I could do that. But I won’t.
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