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grrrrrrr...
Oct. 31st, 2005 05:56 pm... much resentment flows from me to those parents who take their little darlings out trick-or-treating before 6PM. When most people aren't even home from work yet.
I know it's nice to get the trick or treating out of the way. But doing it this early changes it, IMHO, from a charming custom in which children have fun and delight their neighbours with their various costumes and cheery smiles, to a frigging inconvenience wherein those same neighbours are frantically trying to locate their candy and turn on their lights and light their pumpkins and get their own little darlings dressed up while somebody else's kids whine for food handouts and their parents stand on the curb looking vacant and not stepping in and telling their kids to Back Off and Leave the Nice Lady Alone until she's damned good and ready to be charmed by their costumes and cheery smiles.
Plus, it's the freaking height of rudeness to accost people who are just getting home when they haven't even had the chance to indicate their willingness to participate in this lovely custom by turning on their lights or, more importantly, their wish to abstain, by hiding in their basement with the upper floor lights off.
And as I write the above, I hear the following:
Chris: Justin, Death doesn't wear sandals. But if Death has black socks and sandals and hood and robe, then he might look like he's not wearing sandals. Plus, it's cold out, and if you don't wear black socks, your feet will be frozen little Death feet.
I know it's nice to get the trick or treating out of the way. But doing it this early changes it, IMHO, from a charming custom in which children have fun and delight their neighbours with their various costumes and cheery smiles, to a frigging inconvenience wherein those same neighbours are frantically trying to locate their candy and turn on their lights and light their pumpkins and get their own little darlings dressed up while somebody else's kids whine for food handouts and their parents stand on the curb looking vacant and not stepping in and telling their kids to Back Off and Leave the Nice Lady Alone until she's damned good and ready to be charmed by their costumes and cheery smiles.
Plus, it's the freaking height of rudeness to accost people who are just getting home when they haven't even had the chance to indicate their willingness to participate in this lovely custom by turning on their lights or, more importantly, their wish to abstain, by hiding in their basement with the upper floor lights off.
And as I write the above, I hear the following:
Chris: Justin, Death doesn't wear sandals. But if Death has black socks and sandals and hood and robe, then he might look like he's not wearing sandals. Plus, it's cold out, and if you don't wear black socks, your feet will be frozen little Death feet.
