So I said “No, you’re supposed to go like this:”.
And I mouthed “Trick or treat” with hand gestures as I handed out the candy.
She gave a weak smile and moved on to the next house where there wouldn’t be a geezer critiquing her artistic impression.
And continuing the French theme, the Green Fairy just dropped by. Symbolic only; no actual bottle of absinthe. 
It was probably an advanced party scouting for an invasion force. Careful, there may be more coming.
Only real ghosts here in the great unknown, In the wilds of the old piney woods of So.Ark. No one would dare come this far for candy!
Next you’re going to be criticizing the scarf colors of the wizard kids “Ya supposed to be in Hufflepuff, ya muggle brat?” And which eye the little pirates have their patch on (and ask them “Where are your buccaneers?” [Google for answer])…
Many trick-or-treaters are portraying truly horrific persons who have done abominable things. Do you have a sharp axe and explicit instructions ready for the next kid? Or will you decide you can stop at making one or two little kids feel bad?
And the snow is coming down, now that all the groupies, ghosted, Ninjas, Lukes and Elsas are home and tucked into bed.
The anarchist at my door said “Thank you” when I gave him his treat. Always unfailingly polite, us anarchists.
Now I’m curious what a groupie or an anarchist costume looks like.
sigh. auto-correct. That was supposed to be “ghoulies and ghosts”.
Forecast says 20 cm of snow, but that can’t be right. Maybe for the week.
Did you not get bands of pre-teens portraying Noam Chomsky in your neighborhood?
We also had two fifth grade asian girls who giggled “Don’t you get it? We’re Sacco and Vanzetti, tee-hee!”
best one I saw was a zomberina
So weird.
We went out to dinner last night and the waitress was in full mime costume. White face paint and all. Every time she came over to take our order, she’d talk. Ruined the entire illusion and much of our dinner experience.
The kid is lucky you didn’t assault her with an Olive Loaf.
She should have been placed in a glass box for her crime
( With apologies to Maurice Sendak )
In October we do tricks
upon the neighbors candlesticks
Lethal as a sack of lime
I posed myself as quite the mime
The sprinkling of the treats was fine and yet - to the second floor we climbed.
We snuck in to the upstairs landing
Surprise! The neighbor’s wife was standing
In the hallway with a shiv.
" No treats for you, you evil kids instead deliver I the shiv !! "
Our hearts a- pounding turned and fled straight through the bedroom, cross the bed.
Poor Christopher - he fell down dead his heart was so filled up with dread.
Now just in time we close this rhyme
The blizzard with its snows so fine.
Oh, dreadful fate the childish mime.
Who learned his lesson n’er to climb.
Shiv me once
Shiv me twice
Shiv me chicken soup with rice.
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