So anyway, speaking of Hallowiener dogs, sick of the ubiquitous Halloween theme yet? Not me, I’m loving every minute of it. Just can’t get enough pumpkins, witches, candy corn and, of course, the ever popular, Hallowiener dog.
However, everyone has their limits. For instance, I certainly don’t envy the employees of Rite Aid or any of those Halloween specialty stores. You know, the stores that, along with the naughty nurse and sexy cop costumes, sell witches complete with flashing red eyes and irritating cackle. They also sell candy dishes with the skeleton hand, grabbing at you as you reach for peanut M&M’s or Snickers, chortling maniacally. (Hmmm, could that possibly work as behavioral mod for us Halloweencandiaholics?)
Anywho, I can just imagine, every day, these long-suffering employees going just a tiny bit more mad. Slowly but surely, being pushed to the very brink of sanity. Then… the gazillionth customer enters and ping, absentmindedly pushes a button that unleashes that one last witch cackle, that one last baleful ghostly moan or one last banshee scream, and SNAP!!
Employee goes ghostal!
So, take heed, all ye who enter the inner sanctum of Halloween retail. Step lightly and resist the temptation to push yonder button, lest you unleash hell upon thee.
Tags: Linda Silvestri