They’d just be a damn nuisance

This will be my tenth 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 at Halloween a couple of the years. Plenty of young ‘uns there.)

Boo!

NewMexiKen could probably still identify the house that gave away packages of Krun-Chee potato chips when I was a seven or eight year old. And that someone in that same block gave out full size candy bars. Now granted, a full size candy bar in those days cost just a nickel, but “a dollar’s worth” was a common gasoline purchase then, too.

Before I lived in my present kid-less neighborhood, back when the kids would come up to the door 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.

One thought on “They’d just be a damn nuisance”

  1. I imagine the correct response to “trick or treat” in Albuquerque is “Red or green.”

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