OK, hate me;
We just had 4 girly trick or treaters who come back, because they finally got the joke we told them (Two guys walk into a bar…) We offered more candy, and they each took only one piece each. HAHAHAHAAHa, I live in Trick or Treat heaven. Sucks to be you! 
I’m hanging around my dad’s house tonight studying. It’s the first time I’ve ever been on this side of trick-or-treating, and some of those fuckers are rude enough to make me want to retract the candy. Can I do that? They’re not entitled to it, are they? Some of them rang the doorbell like six times in a 15-second span and then started knocking, many of them didn’t utter a sound the whole time they were here… most of them were definitely old enough to know better. Some of them were old enough not to be trick-or-treating, frankly. If your costume is arousing instead of cute, you’re too old to be trick-or-treating. Come on inside. Wait, did I say that out loud?
Anyway, the rudeness is worth it when a little four-year old girl yells “I’M A PUMPKIN!” as I open the door. She’s a pumpkin! Heh.
One kid, early on in the evening, held out a second bag for candy and said “I brought a bag for my cousin; he couldn’t come” So, I naievely dropped in a piece of candy before asking “What’s wrong with your cousin?” The reply: “He’s trick or treating in another neighborhood”. Damn! I wish I had asked before forking over the candy! :dubious:
This was my first Halloween as a homeowner (I signed the papers 1 year ago today!) and I think I goofed…
I was so excited that kids were coming to my door that I got to the door before they did and shoved the candy bowl in their face and told them to take one before they had a chance to say “trick or treat.”
Lots of moms and dads telling them to say thank you and say “trick or treat” but I was the one messing up the system. Oops!!
I dont get it?
When we were kids, occassionally we’d forget to say “thank you” just out of sheer excitement, but my dad and my uncles were always right behind us prompting us to say “Thank you!”
The worst are the teenagers who don’t even bother wearing costumes. What’s the fun in THAT?
The joke, or the trick or treaters who are into the “Trick/treat” thing and don’t try to grab handfulls of candy? They only came back to tell us they “got” the joke, not to get more stuff. :smack:
My sis and I talked to our dad about this a couple of months ago, when we had a vague memory of Dad getting some small share of our candy as his “payment” for taking us trick-or-treating.
“Small share?” he said. “I took a full third!”
Sis and I blinked, then laughed. Once he reminded us, we both remembered negotiating with Dad about who liked what, and what the relative “values” of candies were worth in negotiating trades.
My two oldest had their first trick-or-treating experience tonight. The younger of the two is barely talking, and can’t say “trick or treat” yet. So he just said “Boo!” to everyone. Cute, coming from a fat 1-year-old in a giraffe costume, but we’ve been practicing that for a couple of weeks. He did, with prompting, say his “Tank oo,” and told everyone “Bye!” on his own.
My oldest son doesn’t talk, however. So his “thank you” is given with sign language. His dad explained it to each person, and one lady responded to him with a “you’re welcome” in sign language. He thought that was the neatest thing ever.
The trick-or-treaters I had were quite polite, so I gave everybody handfuls of candy. The only one I saw who was over 12 was escorting his little brother, and both were in cool, scary costumes. One little girl even said, “Thank you, ma’am,” when I complimented her costume. I was shocked.
The joke. What was the rest of it.
Ouch.
We have two dogs who love to bark at people who come to the door, and so we decided that it was just more hassle than it was worth to pass out candy this year. Besides, last year we only got like three kids, and clearly almost nobody in this neighborhood participates.
So how come kids don’t recognize the “if the porch light is off, we’re not giving you free sugar” code? We had several kids stand there and pound at the door till one of us finally got up from the dinner table and corralled the dogs while the other dug out a few quarters to pass out in lieu of sugar. That’s been the code for years – heck, even when I was a kid I knew better than to go to houses with the porch light off!
Greedy little wretches.
I got a trickle of mostly wee ones with parents shepherding them. No rude ones, and most of them had to be prompted to take more than one piece (“Go ahead, take more, I’ve got plenty!”). One dad was holding his tiny dinosaur spratlet in one arm and collecting for him with a basket in the other hand. One kid had a bag that said “Trick or treat!” when you pulled a cord. He was very proud of it.
Heh. When told they could take more, some would pick out one or two pieces, while a couple of boys, faces alight, grabbed a fistful. I had four or five different kinds of fun size candies. One tiny girl carefully picked out a small square of blue-wrapped Nestle’s Crunch but seemed a bit dubious about her choice. I said, “Take another, in case you don’t like that.” She carefully rummaged through the bowl and picked out… yup, another blue-wrapped Nestle’s Crunch square, which cracked up me and her mom no end.
Okay, here’s mine:
How about a trick or treater? I came home straightaway from work and endured the Colwood Crawl, and saw little ghoulies out and about as I approached our house. Oh, goody! Cute kids in costumes. I can’t wait. I lit my pumpkin (a pleasing plump pumpkin, carved before I left for the office this morning) and hung the big black spider (“Boris”, of course) and lit him with a strategically placed lantern-style flashlight. I prepped the bags of mini-chocolate bars by the door and quickly went pee and brushed my teeth. Okay, so that part’s irrelevent, except I didn’t want to be in the loo when the cuties came calling. I love Hallowe’en.
I decided I would like a drink tonight, so I prepared that, and eased outside into the driveway, trying to decide if the placement of pumpkin and spider were enticing and slightly spooky at the same time. I drank my drink, smoked my cigarette outside, of course, and decided house lights on means yes, we’re participating, but porch light off to add to the atmosphere. No trick or treaters. I can hear them (and fireworks) and see them a little ways away. No trick or treaters! Okay, then, porch light on. Another drink, another smoke. No trick or treaters. Okay, move the pumpkin to the front yard (it’s on a plant stand that is hard to see, so there’s a nice illusion of it floating in the darkness). No trick or treaters. Move the spider to the mailbox on the side of the house. Have another drink. Talk to my husband about dinner. Hey, top up that drink. Another cigarette, watching for fireworks. (They’ve been going off for the past week and a half.) No trick or treaters.
It’s almost 7, and no trick or treaters! Damn it. I like the little ones the best, the ones that come early in the evening. I’m wearing my little pumpkins necklace, and I’m dressed in black with a black and gold skirt I wore at the office. I’m ready for the trick or treaters!
Where are you? I have CHOCOLATE! When the dog comes home with my husband, she’s going to be wearing her little devil costume. Where are you, little cute children?
I live on a little street that is off of the main street and usually don’t get too many kids. In fact, my first kids came by just now as I was reading the last post on this thread. Two ghouls and a 1920’s flapper were as sweet and polite as can be.
We turn off the lights and hide out in the bedroom. Fuck 'em all.
Two guys walk into a bar. . . the thrid one ducks.
I sympathize. I was out with the punkins in my kitty costume and had my in-law’s chihuahua (whom I’m babysitting) in his devil costume with my Tiki guy full of Smarties, and got nary a ToTer. Fuckers.
Underlining added.
Turn that sucker on next year!!!
Porch light on = Candy. 
Porch light off = No candy. 
The porch light was on! No trick or treaters! It was off. None! On! None!
On, again.
Next year, on all the time.