This is my eighth year at Casa NewMexiKen and the total number of trick-or-treaters that have come to my door in that time is zero. I kind of miss seeing the little extortionists.
(I was in Virginia the last two years for Halloween. Plenty of little ‘uns there.)
In the past when the kids would come up and say “trick or treat” I’d say, “OK, I’ll take the trick” and just look at them for a few seconds before dishing out the candy. The little brats would just stare back, dumbfounded and totally clueless about dealing with an unpredictable situation.
I’m lucky I wasn’t arrested.
Photo of Aidan, in Virginia, with his loot.
Where I was a kid, there was some expectation that (a) you would wear a costume when trick-or-treating, and (b) if you were old enough to drive, then you would not go trick-or-treating.
When did that change and why?
I had quite a few trick-or-treaters last night. The small ones are really cute. But when you see some that are at least 20 years of age it just isn’t cute anymore. I can’t believe the gall of some of the teenagers that show up at your door. Yep, next year I am putting my foot down and not giving out candy to those who I deem to be much to old.