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Weekend Assignment #83: Your Halloween Story
Weekend Assignment #83: Tell us a scary Halloween story... that happened to you.
It's not scary, but it is a Hallween story.
Until I was twelve years old we had no indoor bathroom facilities; my parents were the telephone operators in a small town, and our living room was pretty much open to the public. There were no phone booths in town, so if someone away from home needed to make a phone call, they'd see the "Bell" telephone sign on our porch, knock, and come on in. Needless to say, everyone nearby knew us. Which means we were often a target for Halloween pranks.
The outhouse was the last place I'd go before going to bed at night, and my first destination upon waking in the morning; unless it was bitter cold, in which case there was a metal "pot" under the bed. It wasn't ever cold enough by Halloween to necessitate a pot.
Imagine waking up the morning after Halloween with a loaded bladder, heading out to the toilet, and seeing the outhouse laying on its side. Desperation!
Yep. That was the most popular "trick" in the fifties in small-town America. And it didn't matter whether the kids got a "treat" or not. In fact, the toilet-tippers were usually older teenagers who hadn't even gone around asking for treats.
Extra Credit: The song "Monster Mash": Fun or lame? As lame as it gets.