It’s Halloween. I’m hiding out. I’m sitting toward the back of the house with minimal lights on. By now I can probably get back to normal…
I used to hand out candy for Halloween. I’d get a bunch, put it in a bowl and eagerly wait trick-or-treaters. Guess what? I live in a neighborhood of retirees. There are no little kids in my ‘hood. I ended up with tons of candy left over. Although that is a yummy situation, it’s not so good for the waistline.
One year, I had maybe, three rings of the doorbell. The kids started reaching into my bowl to grab handfuls of candy. Greedy bastards. Then, I had a rather tall trick-or-treater that was a ghost. When I gave him candy I was thinking that he was too old to be coming around begging for candy. As he turned to leave, I saw him reach his hand around which was holding a lit cigarette, taking a drag as he walked down my driveway.
That was the end of my Halloweens handing out candy.
