I'm at home helping pass out candy - half the time instead of greeting a small child in a cute costume, I open the door to face the dull, glazed stare of a 15 year old kid with no costume who slurs out a barely audible "trickertreet...." I give them candy so we don't get our house egged/toilet papered or God knows what else these punk kids will do.
I'm home alone with all the lights off except the TV/computer down here(if you can call those lights). Not to mention I also live on a yellow line road, no trick-or-treaters thankfully.
