Holy Shit.

We decided not to go to knitting, since it’s Hallowe’en and most of the people there are parents who’ll be staying home to hand out candy (or they’re named Tammie and are staying home to guard their home). So Coffee and I sat on the sofa and we were talking and deciding which movie to watch – - and while Coffee was downstairs copying a movie onto the harddrive…the doorbell rang. And it was a REAL LIVE KID IN A COSTUME WHO CAME TO OUR HOUSE FOR CANDY.

Ho-ly-sheee-yit.

In all the years we’ve lived here, we’ve never had a kid show up. Ever. Not one. Not even one of the neighbours’ kids. I have whined about this for several years, I have wimpered about the children hating me, and this year I wasn’t even going to open the door. Coffee did.

Here’s the best part. The kid was dressed as a pimp. Lemon-yellow-lime zebra printed jacket, dreadlock wig, a hat and (best of all) a pimp cane.

The only kid who ever came trick-or-treating at my door was DRESSED AS A PIMP.

And that made me get all teary eyed, so I gave the kid half of the bowl of candy (because, um, he’s probably the only kid who’s going to show up) and then I came back to the sofa and grinned a little (all teary eyed) and I said, “Dude, he was a pimp! Heeeeeeee!” and Coffee said, “What? I thought he was a clown?!”

Next time he tries to tell me I’m all naive about ANYTHING, I’m going to point him to this incident – where he mistook a pimp for .. a clown. :)