Halloween 2020 was a bit odd. Treats were being delivered by PVC pipe, or in my case, I had a card table in the front of the driveway with the candy all neatly arranged in lines. This way the trick-or-treaters could just approach the table and grab. I sat in a chair on the porch, wearing a surgical mask, waiting to replenish the stock.
It seemed to be going well. Small groups of kids would come up to the table, select their Twix, M&Ms or whatever and off they would go, shouting thank you in my direction. A broad wave from me and it was time to wait for the next gaggle.
However, I did have a problem. I was running low on brand name candy and I would soon have to crank out the Aldi candy, which wasn’t bad; after all, I had tasted it for quality control.
A quartet of junior high-age guys came to the table. There were just a few pieces Snickers, Milky Ways and Twix left, with the balance being Aldi candy. Three of the boys briefly squinted and selected a caramel nougat. The fourth boy, came to the table, surveyed the lot and groaned loudly, not even taking a piece of candy. One of his compatriots, upon hearing his audible displeasure, turned to him and said, “C’mon, Neil, you can’t do that…”
Good thing I had a mask on. It covered my laughing face. I’m Rosie Klepper and that’s my perspective.
