Where I grew up, we would usually get five or six kids on Halloween.
I got married and moved into married housing on the Army Post.
It was where all the young married people lived. The ones with all the kids.
There were hundreds of kids.
My wife was working so I was home alone with my one bag of candy.
You turned on your porch light to show you were handing out treats.
I was out of candy in the first five minutes.
I started handing out cans of soup.
I thought about handing out slices of bread, but I figured they’d probably want butter and we were low on that.
So, in the middle of the rush, I turned off our porch light.
You’d be surprised at the words those kids knew.
“Open that *#<%*+#|\ door and give us candy! We know you’re in there! We’ll burn you out!”
I put a chair against the door and hid behind the couch.
I was prepared for next year. I had a garbage can full of candy.
I ran out of candy and turned off the porch light after ten minutes.
Used up two fire extinguishers.
Army kids are persistent little cusses.
Wow! They were like an invading army...or like locusts! Lucky to escape with your life and maybe 1/2 a tootsie roll! LOL!
Had a buddy that was an MP.He would sometimes be a
crossing guard at the base school.Army brats would kick
his shin as he stopped traffic for them to cross.
Laughed when I read your story...I believe it.