It drives me nuts, too, but I like to stay positive. I’ve made a tradition out of listening to a local pastor’s Halloween rant/sermon every year. It gets more ridiculous and hilarious as time goes on. This year, he actually said, “This is back when civilizations were mostly demonic!”
I live in the town that closed down Halloween celebrations due to rioting, so… I guess I just don’t see the fake feet and effigies as being all that terrible. My Halloween is very simple, sort of like Christmas: I make a big dinner, bake pan de muertos for November 1st, watch horror movies all month, and carve pumpkins. Good, wholesome fun, folks.
Call me an old fogey (fogie?) but I’d be calling the police for this one. Those girls will give some old lady a heart attack, or actually winding up dead when some scared person backs up to see what the commotion is all about. Or alternatively, you could run across the street screaming “Oh my god, oh my god are you OK? Don’t worry I called the police and the ambulance and they will be here soon!”
I came into this thread expecting to see rants about kids chucking eggs and TPing everything, to which I would have said “Yeah, those kids are damn annoying. I don’t know why people have to vandalize stuff. Etc.” (and I would definitely say “E-T-C,” like some of my ESL students for whom “et cetera” is too difficult)
But to walk into a rant like that? Hippy Hollow is annoyed that people put up Halloween props. ZOMGz!
That’s lamer than a soccer player who had reconstructive ACL surgery 6 months ago, but is now just about recovered. You want some cheese to go with that dinner? Why don’t you make like a tree, and get outta here.
These kids really piss me off. The ones who show up in our neighborhood don’t pound on the door and yell, or even come to the door after the light is turned off. There are too many other houses still giving out candy to be bothered with that. No, they’re charging across yards, trampling the remains of people’s flowers, shoving little kids out of their way in their rush to shove a bag into your face past the bags of a group of preschoolers.
There is no yell of “Trick or treat!” or “Happy Halloween” or even “Kiss my ass, bitch.” Just a sullen stare while you finish taking care of the ones who were there first, an incredulous look at the amount of candy you deposit in the out-thrust bag, and frequently a shaking of the bag, like a bellboy coughing to gently remind you of the tip. Sometimes, when the bag jiggle doesn’t work, they’ll actually stand there and argue with you about giving them more candy. (I’m stingy with the candy, and quite firm about the stinginess, because we get over 300 kids come through every year. Though on the bright side, after a few years of stinginess, the rude twerps tend to stop bothering with your house.)
The people who really piss me off, though, are the parents who drag tiny infants out in crappy weather to collect candy and then tell you that really there’s no need for you to give them something the toothless baby can gum on. A Snickers bar is fine, really. Seriously, are you people that fucking hard up, that you have to take a six-month-old out when it’s 40 degrees and raining to beg for candy? Get in the goddamn car and I will drive you to the store and buy you a whole fucking bag of the shit if you will just take that child someplace warm and dry and keep it there.
I plan to get a 6 foot grimm repear then put it in a santa suit and beard for christmas and leave it setting on the couch with it’s feet up on the coffee table till new years. The double takes will be priceless.
The joys of not having kids to worry about scarring for life.
Very understandable, very unexpected, and I agree, it is a little over the top, being that other people driving might get overly frightened and cause harm to themselves or someone else. This type of activity should not be allowed, but until something happens they won’t bother.
This is why I hope to never again live in town. Some of these ‘kids’ were still coming around at 11 pm on a school night. I turned off all the lights and went to bed. Thankfully now we live far off of a road which is not conducive to walking, and no longer get ‘trick-or-treaters’.
Oh, I enjoy the trick or treating, even if it is more like a swarm of locusts than anything else. We live in one of the few really walkable neighborhoods in the area, but it’s not terribly accessible–there are only a handful of houses within about half a mile once you cross the one-lane bridge into the neighborhood. So all the kids we get imported are driven in by their parents, who generally want to hurry up and get this over with and hustle them back home as early as possible.
And the vast majority of the kids we get are pretty polite, even the bulk of the teenagers.
bold added Hippy Hollow, I agree with you in spirit. I hate Halloween with a vengeance. I hate other people trying to scare people like it makes them powerful or something. Yeah, scaring people with your fake blood and all. . . really scary. But try telling them their stock portfolio just dropped 40% and where is all their tough guy bravery then, huh?
So I’m with you in the whole concept of hating the annoyance of someone trying to scare someone else for kicks, but here’s where you went wrong in the scenario above. When you see a foot sticking out of someone’s trunk, you do not run over towards the car. . . you move slowly and then quicker in the other direction. Unless it’s a car you own, a dead body in someone else’s car is not something you want to run towards.
It’s like when you see haunted house movies. The owners of the house see a litany of weird things happening and then become convinced their house is haunted. Why do they stay there? :dubious:
This being a thread about people acting like buttholes on Halloween, I’ve got a couple stories to share:
First, I have to admit that my friends and I are all 17, so we may be a bit old to go around trick or treating. I figured some people may have problems with that, but to my surprise we didn't get a single "aren't you a little old...?" comment.
However, I decided to bring one of those little UNICEF charity boxes around while trick or treating. I asked the lady at the first house whether she wanted to donate. Her response: "Are you kidding me!?" She grumbled and handed me a corner. After several similar responses I gave up, with maybe $1.25 in donations. I guess I'm the asshole for trying to help some people out on Halloween.
Later on, my group of friends showed up to one house covered in Halloween decorations, only to be told they were out of candy. That would have been OK, but we noticed coming back that this guy had a pickup truck with two giant confederate flags attached. Because one of my friends is black, we're thinking that house may not have been telling the truth.
You people just don’t know how to have fun. In Detroit starting 2 days before Halloween ,we burn down houses. In the 1980s we had as many as 800 . Then dwindling slowly. In the 80s we had only a couple hundred. This year about 100. Devils night has always been an exciting time in Detroit.
