Trick-or-treating in my neighborhood is excellent. It's a bit of a hike up and down the hill and the houses are spaced pretty far apart, and only about a third of them have their lights on, so you'd think it wouldn't be worth the bother.
But the people who *do* have their lights on are mostly retired people who've lived here for decades, or recent immigrants/homeowners really excited about celebrating holidays in their new home, so both camps tend to go all out. And if you show up at their door, and remember your manners, you will be rewarded with *handfuls* of loot because no one wants the depression of a bucketful of leftover give-out candy the next morning. It means no one wanted to come to your house and you're going to die alone, your face half-chewed by your cats before someone finds you.
Or maybe that's just my brain.
see, this is why you just took Christina Hendricks place.
I'll take Ms. Hendricks off your hands. That's just how nice a guy I am.
You infernal bounder, I saw her first! I challenge you to a duel!