Truck or Trout?

Much as when you swap around vowels, or when poems don't quite rhyme, Halloween seemed a little off this year. I don't know what it is. Maybe kids today are just more obnoxious than they were when I was a kid. Or maybe they're just more obnoxious than I was. Who knows.

For my Halloween, I stayed home to study for a midterm, and had the priviledge of handing out candy to a lot of trick-or-treaters. This is how I've learned the nature of today's youth. Some kids had really cute costumes. Kudos to them. But there were an awful lot of little slacker bums who weren't wearing a costume at all. Just every-day clothes. Punks. And then a lot of these little punks had the gall not to say "trick-or-treat". They just rang the doorbell, driving Chester, my roommate's dog wild, and held out bags for me to put the candy into. That was it. Not even a thank you. Good grief.

I was sort of wearing a costume to distribute candy. I'm not one to actually buy a Halloween costume, so I wore my big white dress (and petticoat too, of course) from opening committee. And my fuzzy, sheepy slippers of course. I want them to be my footware for my real wedding too! One little girl said I was pretty =). Another asked if I was married. And one group bluntly asked what I was supposed to be. Maybe they're illigitimate children, and that's why they don't recognize a wedding dress...

Oh well. Maybe I won't have kids.