That’s the total number of trick-or-treaters to come by here as of two-and-a-half hours into this Halloween night.
Granted, we live on a fairly busy street, but at least the houses are set back far from the road. And tonight, unlike any other night, I don’t mind you cutting across the lawn.
I’ll make it worth your while. I’ve got Hershey bars. And not the mini kind. Not even the size that you generally find in vending machines. These are the big ones. Enormous, actually.
You’ve got thirty minutes left or these suckers are going to be stuck between two graham crackers along with some fire-roasted marshmallows.