I hate Halloween. I hate it. The only time I ever liked it was back in my college days because chicks wore slutty costumes and we threw mad parties.
I live in a neighborhood that people have decided is Halloween friendly. Parents from all over town literally bus (not joking) their kids into my neighborhood to trick or treat. The population in my neighborhood quadruples on this one night a year.
Now the first 2 years after we moved here, we tried to be good sports about the whole thing. We bought full size candy bars, were super friendly, and all that bullsh!t. You know what we got in return? Kids being ********. I cannot tell you how many kids are just jerks when you give them candy. Add that in with going through $50 worth of candy in 30 minutes, the doorbell every two seconds freaking my dogs out, and the ungrateful little sh!ts smashing up my yard and bitching about only being allowed one fullsize candybar or one handful of candy... I am done. No more Halloween at my house. Now, the lights stay off and the doorbell gets taped up.
Oh, people still come to the door and try to knock and even jiggle the handle. 4 years of this so far and I still dread every Halloween. Its like night of the living poorly raised children... my own personal hell...
Grrrrrrr.
Yes, I am a bitter bastard.
I live in a neighborhood that people have decided is Halloween friendly. Parents from all over town literally bus (not joking) their kids into my neighborhood to trick or treat. The population in my neighborhood quadruples on this one night a year.
Now the first 2 years after we moved here, we tried to be good sports about the whole thing. We bought full size candy bars, were super friendly, and all that bullsh!t. You know what we got in return? Kids being ********. I cannot tell you how many kids are just jerks when you give them candy. Add that in with going through $50 worth of candy in 30 minutes, the doorbell every two seconds freaking my dogs out, and the ungrateful little sh!ts smashing up my yard and bitching about only being allowed one fullsize candybar or one handful of candy... I am done. No more Halloween at my house. Now, the lights stay off and the doorbell gets taped up.
Oh, people still come to the door and try to knock and even jiggle the handle. 4 years of this so far and I still dread every Halloween. Its like night of the living poorly raised children... my own personal hell...
Grrrrrrr.
Yes, I am a bitter bastard.