Peanut instead of Reese's
Halloween reminds me of my first halloween in Atlanta. I'm sitting at my desk studying for a Social Psychology test the next day, and I hear a doorbell. After I get up to walk to the door, I hear the chatter of the children through the thin walls, and slap my forehead.
Did I just forget about Halloween?
Yes, I did. So, I turn the light on, and run to the kitchen. I'm not a chocolate lover, I don't have sweet stuff hidden under the couch, inside the medicine cabinet, or an unopened bag from CVS! So, what do I do. I run back into my room, jump to the desk (over the heap of dirty clothes that I hadn't washed for a long long long time) and grab the big tub of roasted & salted peanuts. You know the ones you get at Costco, with the red cap. Yes. Those. I run back to the kitchen, snag a spoon from the drawer, and run back to the front door, all along yelling to the kids outside, I'll be there in a sec.. Hold on, don't go away. Okay, okay. Take a breath. Open the door...
Happy Halloween. Trick or Treat. I hope you guys are in for a treat because I have something no one else is going to give you. I dip the spoon head first and pull out a PEANUTS. haah.
As expected, the little kids, of course were disgusted with witnessing the grotesque non-colored, non-wrapped non-sweetened little non-goodies I just presented them.
However, right before I closed the door, after saying sorry a zillion times to the little angels & demons, (no literally, angel w/wings & devil w/red horns==brother/sister ) the bigger, older kids who were taking out their younger siblings, run up to the door and put out their palms. YES. Success. I pleased someone if not only myself that night! Yay! Some even stuffed their pockets with it. Ick, but who cares, I was happy my door wasn't the ugh, don't go to A15, she doesn't have anything good doors.
Good thing that only lasted a bit. I switched off the front porch light, closed my blinds, and pretended to not be home for a while. haha. I couldn't stop laughing after that little bit. I ended up writing Emily an 8 page letter about it. This obviously isn't 8 pages, so I must be missing something... hmm .. spooky.
Just a little note: Think of the past to correct your future...always have a stock of candy during the fall season...
Happy Halloween all you Trick or Treaters.