I completely forgot that it was Halloween when I walked into the drugstore. There was a Frosty the Snowman at the register and I thought, “It’s a little early to be wearing a Christmas outfit.”
Then it hit me, it’s Halloween.
My brain must have been failing me because I went to the store to purchase candy for the trick-or-treat. DUH! I hate when that happens.
Hanson Street, which is like a little alley behind our house, was inundated with kids. For about an hour, I’d hear them back there yelling, “Trick or treat!”, while nobody was coming to our front door. Elizabethe and I finally settled down to watch some TV, and you guessed it, someone knocked on the door.
I opened the door and there stood two little boys with parents standing in the background.
The one boy stood there staring at me. I stared back, and then raised my eyebrow. In return, he raised his eyebrow. It was a stare-out.
I finally asked, “Do you have something to say?”
“Oh, trick or treat”, he said as he shook his head as if to say, ‘I forgot I was supposed to say it.’
I smiled and gave them their treats.
After that, a stream of kids continued to the door for about 15 minutes. That was it. They were done.