Overheard from Trick or Treaters...
[in response to my noting that it was rather wet outside] "Ah, who cares. It's Halloween."
[in reaction to my neighbor's door being answered by her dog] "That's a big dog."
Rather Sandlot-ish, wouldn't you say?
[as one TnT'er tripped over a pumpkin] "Wooooaaahhhh!"
Followed by *kerthunk*
Who says teenagers can't have manners?
"Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat; if you don't, I don't care, I'll pull down your underwear."
Ah, the classics endure. I wonder if she realizes how awkward it is for a 30-year-old man to hear a 6-year-old girl threaten to pull down his underwear?
Interesting Observations Made...
Even though teenagers may want to still trick or treat, I think they realize that they are beyond their candy-grubbing prime. Evidenced by two teenagers who came to my door dressed in goth rock clothes (not a costume - probably what they wear to school any given day) with some make up and hair dye (I hope these parts were solely costume in nature) who had shame-ridden grins on their faces as they sheepishly proclaimed "trick or treat" and actually said "thank you."
Telemarketers don't even take a break for Pagan holidays. You would think being the spawns of Satan that they are, they would worship appropriately. Bastards. (yes, I know "Pagan" doesn't necessarily equate to "Satanic"... deal with it).
TnT'ing ends way too early in the evening. 25 of 28 of the TnT'ers that came by did so before 7:00 p.m. What fun is that?
Even when TnT'ing ends, there will still be stragglers. Three of them came by after 9:00 p.m. Nobody in between. I can hear The Voice from Field of Dreams... "Turn on your porchlight, they will come."
Regardless of how cliche Edvard Munch's "The Scream" may have become in its use as a Halloween costume (damn you Kevin Williamson and Wes Craven), it can still be pretty freaky seeing that mask stare back at you through a glass stormdoor at a little after 9:00 p.m.
Little kid dressed as Jango Fett (Star Wars coolness).
Kid who couldn't decide which Chicago team he liked and wore bits and pieces of several uniforms.
KGB assassin dressed as a milkman (oops... sorry... I was watching The Living Daylights as TnT'ers came by).
28 Trick or Treaters total. Woo hoo!!! I can now put to rest the specter of failed Halloweens past and look forward to the new homeowner era of Trick or Treating!!! I'm a happy camper.