I was considering an unheard act of generosity and social beneficence: Actually handing out FULL SIZE Snickers on Halloween night.
It may not be as bad as it sounds, they cost about seventy cents each in bulk and we don’t get many trick-or-treaters here.
Otoh, if word spread, as is all too likely in the social media age, we might be inundated with sweet toothed freeloaders. They could come in vast hordes from as far away as Benbrook and Azle or, Cthuhu forbid, Fort Worth itself. Fortunately the house is a quarter of a mile from the road and we usually set up a trick or treat stand at the gate, complete with plastic pumpkins, lights, and its own cooler. We could move all that surreptitiously to some nearby pulpit pimp’s spread and replace the Snickers with notes and Chick tracts condemning Halloween and trick or treat as godless witchcraft and devil worship. The disappointed mob would take that well, I am sure.