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-Aren't you a little too old to be trick or treating?
-Heck, no- almost made its way pass my lips, but I clamped down my
teeth and let a smile creep across my face instead, then offered the
lady an honest reply,
-As long as I have to take my neighbor's kid out, I figured I might as
well get some candy out of it.
I wondered which earned me the candy, my honest-to-God reply that was
said over and over again, or the gypsy girl attitude I played out in
my ultimate costume. Whatever the reason was, I weighed the bag filled
with candy, and it weighed close to six pounds, baby.
Woo hoo, my hard earned loot! And I mean -Hard Earned- because if you
had to sprint up and down the streets in the night cold air, without a
jacket, certain parts of your body would be prone to freeze. Don't you
agree?
I admired each piece of candy with relish, separating the types I wanted
to keep. As my eyes traveled down the candy rows, a sense of entrepreneuring
slammed its fist on the back of my mind. Selling candy could be fun, I told myself
weakly, but no matter how I tried, I couldn't imagine myself asking
money from anyone. What a blow to my enterprise, and it hasn't even begun.
Urghh! Halls! What idiot gave me these! Don't they know Halloween means Raisinets,
Milky Ways, Twizzlers, et cetra, et cetra, et cetra.
Someone totally needs to be educated in this arena...
© 11/01/01
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