Treats...

Yesterday was Halloween. We don't get any little candy seeking goblins here, but we always have a bowl of goodies just in case. Chris buys big, full sized bars, so if we DO get a wee visitor, they are delighted. Still and all, we were left this morning with lots of candy we didn't need to eat.

There was a crew of guys doing tree work on the road. Flaggers on each end, then two or three big trucks and a chipper. We could see them steadily but slowly progressing up the street as we groomed dogs this morning.  There was a break in the schedule and I said to Rachel, "Let's go treat the tree crew." She liked the idea.

We hopped into my truck and drove slowly towards the working men. The first flagger tried to let us pass, but instead  we held the huge bowl filled with full sized Snickers, Hershey bars and Reese's' cups out the window. "Trick or Treat" we called in unison.  He looked a little irritated when we stopped, but when he realized what we were up to, his face cracked into a huge smile.  He snagged some candy. "Nice little farm you have here."  We proceeded down the line. Two men were sitting in the cab of the first truck. They looked at us quizzically when we stopped.  I held the bowl up.  "Trick or Treat!" we hollered, gathering steam. The guy behind the wheel laughed, and climbed down.  He called to his friend, who practically ran around the front of the truck.  They both nabbed snacks. And so we proceeded, slowly, down the line, as the bowl became more and more empty. The final flagger was a grumpy looking man. He gave me a hard look when I stopped. Then his eyes began to twinkle. "What's 'a matter? No trick or treaters at your place lasts night?"  I grinned and quipped, "We saved them for you!" He snagged a Snickers bar and thanked us.

Our bowl nearly barren, faces sore from smiling hard, we headed home. It's fun to treat.