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Comments in a blog in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. The duck sauce packets one is my favorite!
When I was a kid, our neighbor gave out pennies. Even then, a few pennies wouldn’t even buy a piece of gum.
Received a packet of cream of wheat one Halloween.
A little old lady was passing out peanuts…we each got one single peanut (in the shell).
I never figured it out; but, once I went to a house where the woman was passing out AAA batteries - one to a customer.
I was embarrassed one Halloween when we didn’t have any candy because we didn’t think we would have any trick or treaters in our neighborhood and my husband gave out bananas.
When I was a kid, my mom gave out #2 pencils. Maybe the neighborhood parents appreciated it, but the kids sure didn’t! The best house in my neighborhood gave out cans of 7-up. We’d time our visit there to about halfway through, when we really wanted a soda.
Boxes of raisins were the worst! I love raisins but not for Halloween!
When I was a kid, a neighbor was giving out old candy Easter eggs. Ick.
Every Halloween I give out the soy sauce and duck sauce packets from the Chinese takeout places to the teenagers (especially the ones not wearing a costume) who come to the door and just stick their hand out.
My two daughters went Trick or Treating in the neighborhood. They went to a house belonging to a pilot who worked for a well-known airlines. Instead of candy, he gave them 10 mini bottles of assorted liquor. I bet no other child got that in there goody bag.
sometimes people in our neighborhood would give out a couple of loose crackers. makes your bag all crumby :(
This is bad-I gave out yogurt one year. I lived in an apt. complex and didn’t have a thing. All I had was yogurt. The kid took it. He chose strawberry-banana!
When I was 9 years old and living in Boston, my aunt took us to a white neighborhood (a friend lived there) to go trick-or-treating. A homeowner gleefully handed me what I thought was a chocolate bar all nicely wrapped. I unwrapped it and took a bite…it was chewing tobacco. I barfed all the way home. My uncle was furious that someone would give a child chewing tobacco. But that’s Boston for you. I don’t think much has changed.
I do remember coming home after trick or treating and my dad would always “check” for any foul play involving snickers or milky ways. It seems that the wrapper was always suspicious in those two brands.
When I was a little boy, my brothers & I went trick-or-treating. We went to the next door neighbor’s house and he came to the door with a bowl of popcorn (that he was eating out of). He proceeded to grab handfuls of popcorn and drop them in our bags. Now how gross is that?!?! So, as soon as he closed the door, we dumped it right back into his yard. :-)
True story: We never get trick or treaters in our neighborhood but my wife always has something just in case. Last year she worked late and I was going to a party and was to meet her there when the doorbell rang and two kids about 13 years old were at the door in costumes. I panicked, apologized for not having anything and gave them each five bucks and then turned off the lights.
I used to sell Girl Scout cookies door to door in my neighborhood. Guess what I got back from the same lady every year? And not a box of cookies, which wouldn’t have been bad, but two or three thrown into my treat bag.
A few years ago, someone in my neighborhood gave my son a Tupperware brochure in his trick-or-treat basket - HOW TACKY!
When I was a kid a person in my neighbor gave out cornbread wrapped in foil.
As a little boy in the 1960s we had a neighbor who would greet you at the door holding a large bowl of popcorn. While her greasy husband sat in his T-shirt watching television, she would take her hand and grab a large fist full and dump it right into our bags. Needless to say, it was never eaten.
I remember , growing up in Tucker, we had a cheap neighbor who would put pine straw in a baggie and toss it in our bags in his dimly lit corridor so we didn’t have a chance to check out what he threw in. We found it strange because it didn’t make a sound dropping in our bag. And then he would shoo us away quickly. This happened for three straight years. The third year it happened we loosened up our arms for some serious egg throwing.
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