Costume hunting at the closest costume store. Easy, right? - So very wrong on so many levels.
I enter the store with my mom, son, niece and nephew. Take a look around at all the people, the masses upon masses, all looking for the perfect costume, ourselves included. It takes all of my willpower not to run straight back out the store to the truck and curl up in a fetal position in the back seat. It's not that it was crowded. It was beyond crowded. Imagine almost every square foot of that store having either a person or halloween paraphernalia or worse: a person with halloween goods and a screaming, frightened child. Indeed a scary sight.
Gone are the days when costumes were homemade, or even hanging on the racks. Now they have pictures posted on the wall with numbers on them. NUMBERS! You get in this thing resembling a conga line, except nobody's having any fun, and there are children crying and when you get to the front of the line and give your number, you are then herded- yes herded - into another area to await your costume number. When your number is called you better raise your hand and yell out and snatch the costume before the other vultures do.
I think I scared small children, some other parents, and even a store clerk or two. I assume I had some kinda scary gleam in my eye, some scary posture that said to the world, "HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN ON A COSTUME HUNT!" Not to worry, though, as soon as I had paid for the 3 costumes in hand, I transformed back into my mild-mannered, favorite mom/auntie mode. Then I noticed this kinda funny shirt that says "This is my too lazy to get a costume costume." Too bad they didn't have it in children's sizes.
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