And so it begins: the annual Parade of Sullen Ingratitude.
— James Lileks (@Lileks) October 31, 2013
"Dang it, none of my favorite candy," says the girl before walking off with a Milky Way.
— James Lileks (@Lileks) October 31, 2013
"Can I take an extra one for a friend?" Details, please. Sick? Shy? Or the condition of Nonexistence? Here, have a circus peanut.
— James Lileks (@Lileks) November 1, 2013
Man, that last batch of kids really smelled of cigarettes.
— James Lileks (@Lileks) November 1, 2013
14 comments:
I never forgave James Lileks for refusing or ignoring my offer of a vintage matchbook from a 1950's St. Paul Scuba shop.
It made me feel too little.
Matchbook... Scuba.
Maybe he thought you were blowing smoke.
Man, it would really piss Ritmo off if he knew that I live in splendid isolation at the end of a dirt road in the forest on top of the mountain.
The tricker treaters can't even find me.
Sir Patrick Stewart
The tricker treaters can't even find me.
This guy gave notice.
Maybe he thought you were blowing smoke.
I'll scan a photo of it tomorrow and blog about it here.
Lileks is gradually aging into the grouchy old man he's always been.
Lileks is great, but stupid in that he cannot read a map.
What's with this new phenomenon of ADULTS trick or treating?!
Lileks is gradually aging into the grouchy old man he's always been.
For the first time ever, last night we decided not to answer our door and give out candy so we turned off EVERY light and watched TV cowering in the back family room with all the blinds and curtains drawn.
We're set back pretty far from the sidewalk and the idea was to look as uninviting as possible.
And we still got a few trick-or-treaters.
Ah, you've got to admire the boundless optimism of youth.
We never ever get trick or treaters. Like Shouting Thomas we are at the end of a long dark dirt driveway. This doesn't stop us from buying Halloween candy though. Just in case...and .... if no one shows up, we get to eat all the candy ourselves....SCORE!!!
The bite sized Baby Ruth bars and Smartees are my favorites.
I had a bowl of Butterfingers, but had no trick or treaters again this year. Around here people don’t go to houses on Halloween any more. They take their kids to church parking lots where church members have candy in the trunks of their cars. It’s called ‘trunk or treat’. It’s sort of a parking lot party for costumed kiddies. Parents feel more secure about it.
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