I am all for Hallowen and the parental toil that goes with it. Executing costumes, dressing up one’s home, bagging goodies — I enjoy that. But my teeth start to itch when …
… you show up at my door in your torn-up pambahay with smeared lipstick on your face, calling the get up a “zombie”. Corpses are dressed in their Sunday’s best before they are dropped in the pit, Dude.
… you sit in the car and let your nanny claim your candy. If you are too small to hold a bag, it’s likely you are too small to care whether you get candy or not. Sorry, Yaya.
… you think you are too cool for costumes; but knock on houses asking for free candy. That’s like extortion. There should be a law.
… you dress up your kid in a Halloween cliche. TV and Hollywood should stop with the vampire shows and movies already. Seriously.
I will be imposing non-tolerance of the abovementioned from now on. There’ll will be a big, cheesy tarpaulin sign hanging by the gate that’ll say so.