I am not a big fan of Halloween –except for the candy, which we DID NOT even get this year.
Anyways, The Mrs. took the kids down to a local carnival yesterday evening while I stayed home with a beer and a book!
They were gone for about an hour when I heard some knocking at the door. “Hmmm I guess they are coming home early” I thot to myself. Since one of the voices sounded like Andrew I assumed that they forgot the housekey.
I went to the door and opened it up, only to hear those words: “Trick or treat.” I did not expect that, and as I said earlier… I did not have any candy.
I responded with, “I don’t have anything.” The adult of the group responded with, “your kidding?” I said, “No.” And with that I just closed the door and walked away without giving it any thot. I had not intended on opening the door to trick or treatres, and they caught me off guard –oh well.
This event, and my percieved rudeness, really did not dawn on me until I verbally shared the story with some coworkers –then it kind of became clear, and I must admit I found humor in the story.
So, I come home from work today and I am walking around the front of the house. I find an eggshell near the front wall. Thinking that perhaps a raccoon had pulled an eggshell from our compost I mentioned it to my wife. She then informed me that our house had been egg’d.
(unintentionally) Rude homeowner + Disappointed trick or treaters = egg thrower????? Coincidence???
I never thot that I would become “that guy.” Of course next year if I should accidentally open the door to trick or treaters I am going to find them something… I get something from our food cupboard if I need to; I can hear me now: “Here little boy, a box of macaroni and cheese.”