Well, Halloween has come and gone. It’s become terribly commercialized, like Christmas. I think I spent $100 bucks on candy. I sat out in the chilly night air passing out handfuls of candy while my husband took the kids through the neighborhood. I watched as kids with their parents came by holding large bags for candy. I held my breath as they knocked on the door of the family that lived across the street. No one ever answered. Their lights were on and they had several Halloween displays out, yet no one ever answered to hand out candy. I started to recall that I couldn’t remember them ever having passed out candy since we’ve lived in the neighborhood, despite that they always put up decorations. It struck me as odd. Poor kids are confused. Lights are on, decorations are out, but no one comes to the door. I on the other hand had a gigantic bowl of candy, think 10 pounds of bubblegum and lollipops. I left it briefly with a note to ‘help yourself’ so that I could go pick up the family a few blocks down. Gone less than five minutes but by the time we returned, most of the candy was gone. There weren’t that many trick-or-treaters, but as I left I noticed a group of three teenagers coming close to our house, so I suspect they took most of it. I guess they thought I literally meant ‘help yourself to all of it’. If my kids went to a house and stole all the candy I would literally ground them until doomsday. Some kids just don’t know any better because parent’s fail to teach them. We ended up having to send people away because we ran out of candy. Three kids ruined it for everyone else that came after them. It’s a pity. Oh well, they’ll get a bellyache for it. Karma happens.
And it really does, let me tell you. I went to a writer’s conference once, and there was a speaker (I won’t say who) that had this gigantic zit and I could not focus on anything but that zit. It was probably a good 5 feet across (or looked that way from the monitor that was broadcast on the wall). I giggled, I snorted, I couldn’t pay attention to anything. And wouldn’t you know it, that night, I felt a blemish growing on my cheek, by morning, it was huge! Biggest zit I ever had, and the more I tried to cover it the more apparent it became. I spoke to an art director and all she seemed to be looking at was the zit on my face. Serves me right. Will I EVER make fun of anyone again? No I will not! Lesson learned.
