I grumbled, paused the show, straightened out my toga, and wandered to the front door. When I opened it, I found a boy of about 12 on the porch. He was dressed as Marty McFly from “Back to the Future” and smiled as he held out a plastic bag that had a Witch and a Vampire on it.
“Trick or treat!” He then shook the bag as if to explain what he meant and what he desired.
I looked at him in befuddlement as I admired his costume. He actually looked a lot like Marty. Kudos to the kid for presentation, but major points off for time management.
“Do you know what day it is?” I asked as patiently as any man who desperately wants to get back to his favorite documentary on Zombies can be.
“I’m pretty sure it’s Monday, October 28th,” he answered in a voice that lacked confidence. I couldn’t tell if it was because my tone had frightened him, or because he actually was unclear on the date.
“You’re three days early, McFly,” I said with a chuckle. I even threw in a charming smile so he didn’t get any weird ideas and return to egg my house later. “Come back on Halloween, and I’ll have plenty of candy for you.”
“But it was Halloween when I left my house, sir,” was his soft reply. Then he pointed to my driveway.
Curious, I opened the screen door and looked to see at what he was pointing.
There was a DeLorean parked in my driveway. It looked exactly like the one one Marty drove in the movie.
I looked at my visitor, and he just shrugged and flashed a nervous smile.
I grabbed all five unopened bags of Halloween candy from the dining room table and gave them to young Marty. The kid had definitely earned them.
He thanked me and ran back to the car.
I returned to the living room, resumed watching “The Walking Dead” and made a mental note to buy more Halloween candy.