Halloween has come and gone. Everything has returned to normal around here except for the 6 half-full bags of candy on the counter. Since moving to the North End in 2001 we have had an absolutely erratic Halloween experience, year over year. One year we get 50 trick-or-treaters, the next 10. Is there a way to predict with any degree of accuracy the turnout one might expect to see any given year? For last night’s poor turnout, I blame the cold temperatures coupled with the Proctor Business District trick-or-treat extravaganza.
One year I had to run to the store around 8:30pm to re-up the chocolate stash, but last night I don’t think we had 20 kids at the door. Did anybody have a strong turnout last night? Anyone else harboring a massive supply of leftover candy this morning?
Kids these days…I just can’t figure ’em out. Especially the really tight pants..
After handing out 96 candy bars we made a dash to the store for more candy. I had kids taller than me (5 foot 4 here) talking on cell phones as they held their bags out. Now what is that?
There is a great ‘Curb Your Enthusiasm’ episode where Larry David refuses to give some teenagers candy because they were too old. They came back the next day and TP’d his house.
Phew….lucky for me I gave them the candy than.
The worst encounter I had was a group of kids wearing their football gear – our doorbell doesn’t work currently, so I had a KNOCK! sticker over the doorbell button – they used their football helmets to knock. After being slightly agitated, I realized that I would’ve probably done the same thing. Helmets just give you that wonderful feeling of invincibility.
We are not in the North End per say but we had very few kids under ten. The action picked up around 8:30 when the “Teens” showed up. My theory is, once you get to this age I need something more. If the Trick or Treator seems a little older or if they are under costumed, I require a dance. Most are accommodating. I have been lucky so far with no TP or Poo Darts.
I admit I trick or treated as a college sophomore. Sadly, no one challenged my right to do so.
They probably wouldn’t now, either, provided the lighting is bad.
I’ve seen 5th graders at my daughter’s school who could probably buy alcohol if they wished, so you never know.
By the time I bring candy bags home from the store, dump them into a bowl, make sure the porchlight is on, and linger near the front door so as not to miss a knocker, I am just really excited to liquidate my candy. Therefore, no age limit is enforced at my place of trick-or-treating. I won’t be undersold and everything must go.
No candy mongers came to our door. However, we did have some teenagers walking down the street in their costumes around 9pm singing, rather screaming, Christmas carols. LAME!
Tight pants are gay.