Here's the deal: I don't mind coming off some candy. Hell, I went around filling bag after bag when I was a kid. I mean I didn't even have to dress up.
"Oh, which one are you, Bevis or Butthead" they'd say. I took the ribbing because it was the closest thing to a school lunch program we had in white trash, USA.
But now it's different. Moms are pulling the SUV in driveway, unleasing their rugrats, doned in cost-cutter costumes (bought at Walmart), planting a real estate sign in the yard, and then pulling out to drive over to the very next house.
Attention kids: Walk to the next House!
When trick -or- treating it is essential to at least walk around the block. I mean give me a break. Holloween is the one night of the year when the crime of extortion is tolorated. But if your mom is parked outside, I don't have any incentive to give you candy because, what are you going to do, egg my house? I've got a beat on mom's plates. Yea, that's why you only got one piece.
I am not afraid.
Back in my day, we walked all the way out to where the rich people lived and back. We quickly learned that the later you get to a house the more candy your likely to get. They got a bowl full of candy just sitting there, might as well take a hand full. In the end, the only thing we worried about was the older kids that rode around snatching our bags.
Back then we had spunk.