tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695748260936745505.post166013026202476634..comments2024-02-03T16:24:42.023-08:00Comments on 1410 OakWooD: Halloween ReflectionsGunnar Berghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17451985764040900726noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695748260936745505.post-27501511015788163792010-11-01T21:39:16.455-07:002010-11-01T21:39:16.455-07:00So you're a curmudgeon. I'm the mean old...So you're a curmudgeon. I'm the mean old lady. Two boys about 12 came by after many packs of kids, and as soon as I opened the door, one kid grabbed the Nestle's Crunch out of my hand and said, "I want this one." The other kid looked at the remaining candy bar and said, "I don't like almonds." "It's not an Almond Joy," I said. "It's a Mounds." He turned it over in his hand a couple times, said, "I don't like these," and handed it back to me. So I shut the door. "Hey!" he said through the glass, still waiting for a better quality treat. "If that's the way you're gonna be . . ." I said. Somebody's got to teach these kids some respect.<br /> I'm with you on this being a kids' holiday (and so is R.L. Stine, the author of the Goosebumps books, who got his opinion published in the NYTimes). And yes, you're supposed to run around in the dark with no parents. But you're also supposed to take what people give you and not grouse about it. You can trade with your friends or siblings later. I never ate those peanut butter kisses that stuck to their orange and black wrappers, but I didn't whine about them.<br /><br /> CheriAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695748260936745505.post-40313895219514675972010-10-31T18:30:23.703-07:002010-10-31T18:30:23.703-07:00had a few kids. biked downtown in the dark and ate...had a few kids. biked downtown in the dark and ate pumpkin ice cream. kinda fun.<br />mwAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com