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Nov. 4th, 2016 11:13 pm1. Halloween! Downstairs Neighbor S put out my twelve bags of candy and my TAKE 1 sign around 5:30pm, and it was entirely gone within an hour. I know this because I got permission to close the rental office at 6 instead of 7, but by the time I got myself organized at home and thought I'd try handing out candy personally instead of just leaving the basket on the porch, there was no candy left. So I taped a Sorry, out of candy :( sign to the front door.
Then Downstairs Neighbor S came home from her sister's house with the equivalent of five bags of candy -- her sister lives in a less ridiculous part of the neighborhood and therefore her house wasn't mobbed the same way -- and we put that candy out in the basket around 8:00pm. It was entirely gone when I went out to check its status around 8:45pm, so I taped the Sorry, out of candy :( sign up again and left it there until roughly midnight.
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My parents average about ten trick-or-treaters total each year -- I think the maximum ever was fifteen, and there have been a few years with as few as five or six. I also wasn't home on Halloween for years and years, because I was working evening shifts at the smoke shop, so I am still trying to calibrate the necessary candy stash for a neighborhood that is basically THE go-to trick-or-treating destination in Ithaca. Like, it is comparable to my friend Cat's childhood street, which gets so ridiculous on Halloween that the residents have declared October 31st a block party day and set up traffic barriers at either end of the street to slightly reduce the chaos.
There are quite literally hundreds of kids stopping by my house every year, and I think next year I really must be proactive and tell my housemates to please chip in a minimum of six bags of candy or $15 from each apartment, and then try my damndest to be home to exert more stringent control over how much candy each trick-or-treater receives.
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I feel like I should have done more things, but I did work an extra day this week so I think I will cut myself a little slack.
Then Downstairs Neighbor S came home from her sister's house with the equivalent of five bags of candy -- her sister lives in a less ridiculous part of the neighborhood and therefore her house wasn't mobbed the same way -- and we put that candy out in the basket around 8:00pm. It was entirely gone when I went out to check its status around 8:45pm, so I taped the Sorry, out of candy :( sign up again and left it there until roughly midnight.
...
My parents average about ten trick-or-treaters total each year -- I think the maximum ever was fifteen, and there have been a few years with as few as five or six. I also wasn't home on Halloween for years and years, because I was working evening shifts at the smoke shop, so I am still trying to calibrate the necessary candy stash for a neighborhood that is basically THE go-to trick-or-treating destination in Ithaca. Like, it is comparable to my friend Cat's childhood street, which gets so ridiculous on Halloween that the residents have declared October 31st a block party day and set up traffic barriers at either end of the street to slightly reduce the chaos.
There are quite literally hundreds of kids stopping by my house every year, and I think next year I really must be proactive and tell my housemates to please chip in a minimum of six bags of candy or $15 from each apartment, and then try my damndest to be home to exert more stringent control over how much candy each trick-or-treater receives.
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I feel like I should have done more things, but I did work an extra day this week so I think I will cut myself a little slack.
