At 6:30 Thursday night I saw my first Trick or Treater through the glass storm door. She was about three feet tall and had blond curls. She was wearing a pink frothy princess dress and had pink wings attached to her shoulders. Her dad rang the doorbell then stepped down a few steps so only his little girl was on the top stoop when I looked out.
“Hi there!” I said pushing the storm door open.
The pink princess stared past me into my living room. I think she wanted to come in. I dropped a Twix and a Hershey bar into her orange plastic pumpkin, waved to her dad, and stepped back inside. The princess continued to stare into the house through the glass storm door, so I waved at her again. After a few minutes dad stepped up and carried her down the stairs.
At 7:30 as I plopped Twixes into five different bags, a small voice interrupted me.
“Could you give me a Hershey bar instead?”
I stopped and looked at the Court Jester requesting a different candy bar.
“I have braces and my dentist doesn’t like me eating Twixes,” he explained.
But your dentist is fine with Hersheys?
At 8:45 I decided to close up for the night. I was getting ready to shut the porch light off and close the main door when I saw three taller kids walking up my driveway. As they came closer, I could see they were all girls. One was looking down at her phone and tapping with both thumbs.
I picked up the bowl of candy. They would be the last for the night, and I planned to empty the bowl into their bags. They would love and honor me.
I stood with my bowl and waited. Miss Two-Thumbs Texter paused at the bottom of the steps and bent her head lower. Serious texting going on.
I waited. And waited some more.
Her friends looked up at me in the lighted doorway. They walked up one step, looked back at her, and stopped. She was clearly the alpha Trick or Treater.
Four of us waited, watching. The Trick or Treater Texter paused a moment and walked up the five steps to the door. I pushed it open and leaned out with my bowl of candy bars.
She held up her hand to silence me and bent back to her texting. We all waited again. After 20 seconds her thumbs paused. She held out her pillowcase, but kept her eyes on her phone.
I stood for five seconds looking back at her then picked up three small Twixes and put one in each of their pillowcases. Alpha girl’s thumbs resumed tapping.
She was still on the stoop texting as I stepped back inside, shut the door, and turned off the light, leaving her in the dark.
I looked out this morning, expecting to see her still there, tapping away with her thumbs, but the front stoop was empty.
It’s her fault I ate the rest of the candy.