Halloween is the most annoying day of the year.

Annoying little tiny kids come up to your door, ring the doorbell so your dog goes berserk, and ask for free food. Then, after you reluctantly give them candy, only half of them thank you, and most of them cut through and trample your poor grass. I swear, next year, I’m going to paint my sidewalk and driveway neon pink so they know to stay off my grass.

My dad somehow convinced me to give out candy this year by using my own logic. He said something along the lines of how Halloween promotes the growth of the American economy, because without Halloween, there wouldn’t be as many candy purchases, thus slowing the economy. Then he said that I should be a part of helping the American economy by participating in Halloween. I must have been extremely sleepy at that time, because I accepted it as valid justification and gave out candy. We started out with a basket full of Tootsie Rolls; my dad was expecting a lot of Trick-or-Treaters today because it was a Saturday. I ended up giving out less than half of what we had.

In the past years, I remember people coming past 9 PM, but the last Trick-or-Treater was at around 7 PM this year. I guess that’s a good thing.