I’m going as a grumpy engineer. I’ve got the mismatched plaid shirts and worn out cargo pants and everything!
In other words, I hate Halloween, always have, and chances aren’t looking good for my outlook improving. As the humor columnist in yesterday’s paper said: “Halloween is more popular than ever. Fitting too, in that it so perfectly represents the average American in 2013: frightening-looking people dressed in hideous garb–pretending to be something they’re not–going around demanding handouts.”
Engineers really do hate fun
I don’t like dressing up in costumes, I don’t like talking to random strangers (let alone demanding tribute from them) and I don’t like candy (at least not the flavorless corn syrup “chocolate” of modern America). Trifecta of “Get off my lawn!”
So, the Grinch was autistic? 😉
Granted, one of the local houses gives out hot mulled cider with rum to parents. Another hosts an open bar…
See, so my thought is, why have a special day for a cocktail party?
I was thinking that if I skip my shower this morning, I could probably pass as a hippie.
Unfortunately, that would involve inflicting my un-showered self on everyone in nose-shot, and there’s a very good reason why I shower every morning.
If it keeps weird little kids from coming to the door…