Boo!

It's 6:30pm and the trick'r'treaters just started arriving. Invariably, there was one young boy (probably 12 yrs old or so) whose costume wasn't obvious to me (all I saw were two dozen, 3-inch long rubber chickens attached to a black shirt).

So I asked: "What are you?"

His answer: "I'm a chick magnet."

It's five minutes later and I'm still laughing!

Happy Halloween!

Tim White