Last Halloween, a woman about thirty years old and her elderly mother came up to my candy bowl. (Neither in costume.) I reached in to pluck out a couple of the mini-candybars I was doling out, but my assistance was unnecessary. The women grabbed big handfuls of the candy. So surprised at this bold rudeness was I that I numbly took the pamphlet the younger of the two handed me before walking away with nary a “thank you.”
It was a poorly-Xeroxed rant about the evils of Halloween and how everyone who participated was going to hell. I wanted to holler after them that they didn’t seem to have a problem gobbling the devil’s candy.