Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Damn Rozzie Punks

So, it was close to 8:30 last night, and the wife and I figured the kids in our neighborhood all done with their trick-or-treating activities. We had just finished dinner and had put in a DVD for the evening's entertainment.

Now, when the kids were coming around earlier, we'd leave the candy bowl in the stairwell halfway down the stairs, leave the front door open, and lock the screen door, so the kids would know someone was home and they could ring our bell to get their free candy (we live on the second floor of our two-family house).

Well, there we were in the living room watching TV when we heard a bunch of footsteps on the front porch downstairs. We were too tired to get up and see who it was, so we decided to see if they'd try ringing the bell, at which point, we'd have gone down and given them their due treats.

It turns out my wife had left the inside door open so the candy bowl was plainly visible from the porch, and sure enough, the next sound we heard was not the doorbell but the "chucka chucka chuck" sound of some little punk trying to open my screen door, enter my home uninvited, and steal my goddamn Halloween candy. Sadly, by the time I got up and made it downstairs, the group of sweet, little choirboys had dispersed.

Lucky little fuckers.