7:30 p.m. and our trick-or-treaters seemed to have called it a night.
When you were a kid, did you race against the clock to get to as many houses as possible within the 6-to-9 timeframe? I remember leaving at 5:55 and not returning until 9:05, unless I was faced with the predicament of having to empty my bag.
In all, we had about 30 t-or-t'ers, all polite as could be, bless 'em. The best costume award goes to a trio of young boys, whose leader explained, "I'm a ninja, he's a ninja zombie, and he's the zombie from Resident Evil 1." (The Resident Evil zombie added, "You know, the one that walks like this," then gave us a demonstration of the foot-dragging, undead gait peculiar to that zombie.)
Sadly, we didn't have any gangstas, which was always the costume of choice on Hollywood Avenue.
One sweet little girl opened her bag, and inside, I spotted an unusual treat: Charlotte's Web. Some health-conscious neighbor (probably a dentist or a hippie or a hippie dentist) was handing out books instead of sugar. Nice thought, but come on -- Charlotte's Web for a treat?!
"Eat that candy, kid," I wanted to tell her, "and get you jollies out now. By the time you get to the end of that book, you'll be curled up in the fetal position, crying your eyes out."
Maybe this will cheer the little lass up if she's feeling down, because let's face it, nothing says "eternal salvation" like a smiling jack o'lantern. (Thanks, Karla.)
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