When Brian and I lived together down south, apparently we shared a Halloween. (Details and timelines are hazy.) We lived in a geriatric "pre-built home" community, so there was little expectation of trick-or-treaters. Lo and behold, some fucking kid turns up accompanied by parent, and Brian answers the door. I don't remember if Qner made a show of searching for the goodies we obviously did not have, but I noticed that he did indeed give the child something. As he closed the door and resumed TV viewing, I asked what he had given her.
"Five bucks," he sheepishly replied. He slipped the kid a frigging fiver! Man, you'd hope every house in the neighborhood had neglected to stock up on candy if they'd be shamed into doling out that kinda cashish! Well done, Kunath, you brazen, unrepentant charmer you, you made that kid's Halloween!
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When Brian and I lived together down south, apparently we shared a Halloween. (Details and timelines are hazy.) We lived in a geriatric "pre-built home" community, so there was little expectation of trick-or-treaters. Lo and behold, some fucking kid turns up accompanied by parent, and Brian answers the door. I don't remember if Qner made a show of searching for the goodies we obviously did not have, but I noticed that he did indeed give the child something. As he closed the door and resumed TV viewing, I asked what he had given her.
"Five bucks," he sheepishly replied. He slipped the kid a frigging fiver! Man, you'd hope every house in the neighborhood had neglected to stock up on candy if they'd be shamed into doling out that kinda cashish! Well done, Kunath, you brazen, unrepentant charmer you, you made that kid's Halloween!
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