Well, my mom and I got conscripted for trick-or-treat duty at the bank. It was pretty fun, except that I totally do not know how to relate to children. Trying to appear cool, I said horrendous things such as:
"Whoa! It's Superman. I've always wanted to meet you!" (the kid hid behind his mom at this).
"Nice hair" (to a girl dressed in black with black and white witch hair).
"Oh man, we don't want to make this guy mad. We better give him what he wants" (to a kid dressed as the Incredible Hulk).
One parent was trying to get a kiss on the cheek for a trick-or-treat gift. I declined and tried to offer a bag of Fritos. Fortunately, my mom knows the person. You just never know what you'll run into in these small towns.
Oh yes, and the highlight of the evening was when Eeyore showed up and took not one, not two, but THREE bags of chips. I thought maybe she was choosing one, but when I saw her stuff all three into her plastic pumpkin, my mom and I both started saying, "Only one--let's save some for the other kids." It didn't work. She just walked off. And this Eeyore incident happened while we were being ambushed by a large group of kids.
They weren't all bad, though. I was pleased when, not knowing what to give to the kids, I offered a ninja a bag of Barbecue Lays, he said, "awesome!" Then, when he was walking back to the car with his dad, I overheard, again, "See what they gave me? Awesome!" Rock on, Sunshine, ya done good for once.
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