Of course, nobody stops at one. In my misspent youth, I stayed out all night, waking elderly neighbors and disgruntled losers in my unending search for candy. Once I came across such unguarded trove, I took the whole thing.
Ah, to be young and a jackass again. Well, I'm only halfway gone.
Anyway, when I got old, I realized I didn't want to stay up all night to answer the door anymore. I put candy out in a plastic cauldron with a note to share and be kind. Some punk not only took all the candy, but stole the cauldron as well.
This year, I was more careful. I put the remaining candy in a cardboard box.
|The seeds are left behind from the three pumpkins devastated by rampaging squirrels|
Then I attached a most terrifying note.
|Can't believe I mis-wrote the K in thanks.|
Please Take One
Okay, you won't, but at least try. Candy is awesome, but it's only a couple of bucks at the store. When you grow up, you'll see how meaningless it is. That's when you'll understand your own mortality.
Thanks!This year, the note was successful. The box wasn't stolen. Some of the candy was even left behind (along with the tears of several children's broken souls).
Score one for the disgruntled losers!