Filed under: Bloggidy Blog | Tags: earplugs, halloween, tootsie rolls, trick or treater
So yesterday I went to the studio and I did sales tax and paid bills and I cleaned animal cages and hooked up my new scanner and started to scan images for bead painting. It was a busy day. Don was busy all day brewing beer. I got home around 7:30. At about ten to eight there was a knock on the door. It was a small child in a costume. I ran back to Don and whispered “Don, we have a trick-or-treater at the door! What are we going to do?” Between the flurry of activity over the weekend and having all kinds of stuff to do both of us completely spaced that it was Halloween and didn’t buy any candy.
(Side note: This isn’t that uncommon a thing to have happen in a city that celebrates holidays with abandon always the weekend before. I often space out the 4th of July as well since the giant “Rhythm and Booms” thing goes on the weekend before. Several days later, when the 4th of July proper rolls around and fireworks start going off I sometimes think the world is ending.Then again, I sometimes think that even when it’s quiet.)
Anyway, back to the story. Don did not find this situation as alarming as I did. He just grabbed the handiest individually wrapped thing that we had, which happened to be a pair of unused earplugs we had left over from the Ween show, answered the door and gave them to the child.
I came up with some tootsie rolls that I keep in a container on my desk so the kid would have something to eat while he’s wearing his new earplugs. I don’t know child development from a hole in the ground but I think the kid seemed old enough to discern between ear plugs and tootsie rolls. I hope he didn’t get the two mixed up. With only one more set of earplugs left I shut off the porch light to avoid the stress of coming up with something for the next kid. About all we had left in the house were cans of soda and frozen peas and I didn’t want to give anyone anything hard that they could throw back at us.
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