Good Halloween?
Alright, so my last post was a little premature. Aha. How was everyone’s Halloween? We got approximately 24 people! It seemed like a lot but they all came in like a 35 minute wave. All were dressed up, except for these 3 guys who seriously were on their way back from picking up a pizza at Milanos. Seriously. No costume. Nothing. They tried to pull off a “he’s a pizza delivery guy!” … no. Where’s your self-respect, bitches! I gave them candy anyway, since we overbought and I wanted to get rid of the cheap stuff on the top of the bowl :P. OH. And one little 8-year-old punk dressed as a police officer kept demanding I give him all the candy. Hah. I gave him extra candy because he was intimidating and had a gun. (well … that was made up … I actually told him that he was imagining things)
What other exciting things can I type about? … … MY G2 ARRIVED IN THE MAIL TODAY … AND ERIC GOT HIS G. WOO. High5s.
Ahh creepy thing happened after work … as I left this guy started talking to me. He was RELIEVED to know that I spoke English (I felt kind of cool at that moment … I was like “sweet. this guy is going to ask for directions!”). He started off with “I’m not asking you for money” … blah blah … “I’m not going to rob you” … (um, growing concerned) … “I just moved into the [something] and my wife’s at home with the baby, could you buy me a slice of pizza. it’s 2.75″. Well. Excuse me? 2.75 is for a single slice with no drink, bitch. I bought pizza from the place you’re talking about — even though you didn’t mention the name of it — every couple of weeks for the last half-year. Why would you buy only one slice of pizza for you, your wife and baby. Yeesh. It just didn’t feel right …
Naturally I didn’t tell him that because he seemed sketchy and he was really freaking me out. So I was like “sorry, I’ve got no money on me. I’m a student” (HAH). He seemed really frustrated. Probably because I had essentially ignored what he said about asking for money and jumped straight to the standard homeless person response. But he then moved on to someone else so I crossed the street and briskly walked away.
HARDCORE AWESOME
mike:
first off: that guys is really creepy
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my house didn’t even leave the porch light on this year… last year i think 2 sets of kids came by… and this year my mom didn’t even buy candy.
somebody rang our (dark) doorbell once, but they were ignored and therefore denied.
jess:
That’s uhm weird…. but technically he was asking for money, just indirectly. I’m sure even if you gave him the money he would have gone onto the next person and asked the same thing.
We had a lot of kids come by although it was less than last years. I decorated the house and everything!! I have pictures!!! Just don’t know how to get them on the computer…. I dressed up as the Cat in the Hat (oh yah. I had the hat, a tail, a bow tie, whiskers. ) and I gave out a lot of candy. The kids on my street are sooooo cute :) We had dinosaurs, fairies, princesses, monkies, elephants, scary things ( honestly, I had no clue what some of the kids were. Some of them- the older ones didn’t even bother to dress up grrrr. Next year I’ll make them sing to me or something….) One house on our street sets up in their garage. They have nooses, and people jump out at you with axes, and there were strobe lights. freaky shrieky!!!
jess:
some kids were weird. They were trying to butter me up to get more candy. Like: I like your hat. It matches your walls. Did you get them at Benjamin Moore? — NOT EVEN KIDDING!
And then: Hmmmm your house smells good (me: o.O?)
And later: I really like your house. It’s nice (o.O???? It looks like every other house on the street….)
One of them said: I love you ( I was like WOAH okay byebye now)
jess:
uhm the picture of your house is really swell
mike:
a friend of mine hung himself from a tree..
he hid a harness under his jacket and was technically hanging by that in the tree… but also had a noose around his neck which looked tight… and hid the back rope: so it REALLY looked like he was dead.. a dummy or whatever..
and yeah… he apparently made some adults scream like little girls … aha
Jane:
Ok ok that happened to me once too! Like a hobo (but you are not 100% sure because outwardly they are not dressed shaggily or anything) came up to me and started up a conversation with me and then subtly asked for money. It was like this: I was pretty young! Like, maybe grade 9? Actually it was probably even younger. *YES NINETEEN IS OLD. I was walking to Baseline Station and on the path there were a lot of pretty flowers (weeds) and I picked a few to bring home to press. At the station, some guy comes up to me and says, “those are some very pretty flowers you’ve got there miss, where did you buy them?” (Note: they were obviously weed flowers. It was like 1/100th of a real bouquet.) And I was like, “oh, I just picked them from the path over there.” It was a long time ago so I don’t remember what we were talking about but I distinctly remember him saying, “yes, those flowers are very pretty, like you!” and I was pretty creeped out! And then halfway through he noticed that I was staring at the empty beer bottle in his hand and he was like, “oh, it’s not mine, I just found it on the ground and I’m going to recycle it – actually, I’m short on bus fare, do you have any spare change with you?” And I said no and he was like, “ah, thanks then, you have a great day now.” And I said, “you too, thanks,” and he left.
AT LEAST HE WAS FRIENDLY?
There was also this time at school last year when a beat up looking guy carrying a large camping backpack was walking around, asking for money because he was staying at the youth hotel nearby (is there really one?) and they only accepted cash and he was a few dollars short. But his bag was suspiciously empty!!
I do give money sometimes, though, so don’t think I’m totally heartless here.