Coffee Table Declarations
Monday, November 03, 2003
 
I was a little disappointed at the lack of Halloween themed programming on tv. I seem to remember when I was growing up, there was always a special Halloween episode of my favorite sitcoms. I was in the mood to have a spooky evening but we just managed to catch part of the brilliant and creepy Bram Stoker's Dracula, the second half a program about the origins of Halloween on the History Channel and a special about a real life haunted house on the Discovery Channel. I love educational programming.

I remember one year when I was about 14, I thought it would be a fun idea to rent a horror movie and bravely watch it by myself. Somehow I ended up with the scariest and most disturbing film every made which to this day gives me nightmares. Needless to say, I have become slightly wary of horror movies.

We don't get any trick-or-treaters in my building because no kids live there and you have to buzz people's apartments to get in. I can just see it now: Buzzzzzzz!!!! Me: "yes?" Some small child with accompanying adult: "trick or treat!" (me, pressing the button allowing entry into the building followed by child and adult trudging up the three flights to my door to be handed a small piece of candy.) But let's say the scenario doesn't play out in such a wholesome manner. Let's say there's some kind of psychopath out there just waiting to be let into the building by some unwitting resident. Yikes! So no, we just don't get any trick-or-treaters.

Luckily we had trick-or-treaters at work and they were adorable. There were about five babies dressed as pumpkins. Why does everyone want a pumpkin baby? One baby was a monkey! There was a child dressed as a cow, my personal favorite, and there was a little boy dressed as Blue.

But the cutest by far was the little friend I made. I was sitting at my computer after much of the excitement had died down, and suddenly I felt something touch my arm. I turned around to find a cherubic fluffy duck looking up at me. She extended her arms as if she wanted me to pick her up so I did. She sat on my lap while I chatted with her mom and found out she was only 16 months old. After a few minutes her mom picked her up to leave and she started to cry. She wanted to stay with me! It was really a special bonding moment between me and a sweet little girl, dressed as a yellow duck.
 
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