Time to pretend I'm not home and eat all the candy i brought.
I had a trick-or-treater come to my door at like 3:30 in the afternoon. It was a fifteen-year old kid, by himself, wearing a panda head and a T-shirt and jeans. He didn't have a bag so he just put the candy in his pocket and walked away. It didn't feel very festive.
couldn't you give the poor kid a bag?
That didn’t even occur to me. I just wanted him off my doorstep. He was too old and it was too early in the afternoon. I didn’t trust him.