Halloween...

(this is me at our work Halloween party Tuesday night. My homage to Marcel Marceau. Funny, right? A mime? I never shut up.)

I’ve been thinking about last night and I’m getting peeved about kids. I got home from work, loaded up a big bowl with candy, put some creepy candles on the steps outside, then Duke and I sat and waited for trick or treaters. The adorable wee ones were out first, of course. Toddlers, elementary schoolers, that lot. Super cute and funny. Loved the candy and the little tubs of Play-Doh (for the wee ones) I had.

Then about 45 minutes into it the older kids came out. There were so many doofus teenagers last night who shoved their way in front of little kids I wanted to puke. I like the little kids in their cute costumes... I really do. But the stupidass teenagers who put zero effort into dressing up and just carry black plastic bags from the bodega drive me mad. On top of the fact that they didn't dress up there was a group of them who kept reaching into the bowl of candy I was holding after I'd already put candy in the bags they'd shoved into my face without saying "trick or treat". Um, that's a no-no. A big no-no. The common decency rules of Halloween dictate that the trick or treater does not reach to grab more candy from the candy giver's bowl. I had good candy, too. No cheap shit. We're talking Snickers, Reese's cups, Kit Kat, M&Ms, good stuff. I'd give them some candy and then they'd say, "Yo, I could get a Snickers?" Uh, no, I gave you a Reese's and a few Tootsie Rolls and that's what you get. You don't want the Reese's? Go home, spread your loot out on the floor, sort your piles, and trade for your friend's Snickers. That's how it's done.

Now I feel old. Teenagers annoy me and that makes me feel old.