Trick Or Treat
Too many kids came to our door without costumes yesterday. Doesn't anyone understand Halloween anymore? There were so many kids dressed in their everydays that finally I sarcastically asked one of them what she was dressed up as. With an attitude, she answered, "a witch," and then proceeded to stick her hand in our candy bowl to take a few pieces more than we had already given her. She was definitely old enough to have learned the manners that should have kept her from doing something as rude as this - at least 11 or 12. Her mom was even there so some sort of motherly discouragement of that kind of behaviour should have definitely been in order. No such luck. My wife grabbed the candy back, shooting an, "excuse me!," her way. Still no intervention by the mom. It was over as quick as it started. I think our new rule is going to be: No candy without a costume. But then we'll probably find our cars covered with eggs and shaving cream the next morning...
Listen, I'm easy. If one of these baggy jeans and baseball cap preteens had told me that they were dressed as Fred Durst, I would have bought it. A little creativity is all I ask. Hell, I actually once won a contest for being dressed up as a Gap model. Coincidentally, I had shown up to the contest in full Gap attire, just jeans and a t-shirt, with no plans of competing. Then, as a goof, I struck a few dopey poses and took home the prize. Some dude who was dressed as a Mighty Morphin Power Ranger got pissed because he spent all night working on his costume.
There was another time I won a prize for a costume that I didn't skimp on. I didn't put much thought into it but I didn't skimp on it either. I dressed up as my closet. I was covered with dirty clothes, blankets, crutches, broken toys, drum equipment, several pairs of old shoes, towels, a lawn chair, and a whole bunch of other random junk. The whole thing was topped off with a closet door adorned with a Living Color poster. I won a prize for most creative costume in my senior class. It weighed about a ton and inspired a lot of people to say things like, "A closet?!??! Well I hope you're not coming out of it... har har har..."
Listen, I'm easy. If one of these baggy jeans and baseball cap preteens had told me that they were dressed as Fred Durst, I would have bought it. A little creativity is all I ask. Hell, I actually once won a contest for being dressed up as a Gap model. Coincidentally, I had shown up to the contest in full Gap attire, just jeans and a t-shirt, with no plans of competing. Then, as a goof, I struck a few dopey poses and took home the prize. Some dude who was dressed as a Mighty Morphin Power Ranger got pissed because he spent all night working on his costume.
There was another time I won a prize for a costume that I didn't skimp on. I didn't put much thought into it but I didn't skimp on it either. I dressed up as my closet. I was covered with dirty clothes, blankets, crutches, broken toys, drum equipment, several pairs of old shoes, towels, a lawn chair, and a whole bunch of other random junk. The whole thing was topped off with a closet door adorned with a Living Color poster. I won a prize for most creative costume in my senior class. It weighed about a ton and inspired a lot of people to say things like, "A closet?!??! Well I hope you're not coming out of it... har har har..."
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