Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover: each year since 2008 I’ve kept statistics on the number of trick-or-treaters brave enough to approach our doorstep during the Halloween celebration of neighborhood unity and no-strings-attached strangers with candy. I began tracking our numbers partly for future candy inventory purposes and partly out of curiosity, so now it’s a tradition for me. Like many bloggers there’s a stats junkie in me that thrives on taking head counts, no matter how discouraging the results.
Previous years’ Halloween candy-receiver totals were as follows:
This year’s results:
First TOTer arrival time: 6:07 p.m.
Final TOTer departure time: 7:37 p.m.
Total number of trick-or-treaters for 2018: 14
Gain/loss from Halloween 2018: -68.42%
…an official 13-year record low Halloween attendance. Look, screw you, Old Man Winter, okay?
Our results here in Indianapolis middle-class suburbia tend to be weaker when the 31st is on a school night, but the writing on the wall went full-fledged calligraphic when snow flurries hit earlier in the afternoon. When I left work it was a discouraging 32 degrees (zero degrees C), just the right temperature for panicky parents to make the command decision to deny their children freebies and the opportunity to cosplay for a local audience, not to mention a good excuse to try on the new winter coats they forgot they got on clearance last spring.
We’ve had worse weather, particularly that one time the city took the drastic step of postponing Halloween, but somehow this was judged worse. We’ll see how next year goes when Halloween is on a Saturday.
MCC extends an extra-special salute to those stalwart winners who understood the true meaning of Halloween and weren’t afraid of fresh air. The cosplayers whose raiment I could discern registered as follows:
ninja with Batman winter cap
a stylized, vaguely anime-esque black-and-white cat that reminded me of Oswald the Lucky Rabbit and was definitely not Felix the Cat
Hermione but sporting Ravenclaw-colored winter accessories
…while the other five had heavy outerwear covering their distinguishing features or logos.
Ms. Granger was our last visitor for the evening, arriving a full twenty-five minutes after the next-to-last ones. She didn’t seem in the best mood, and was the only participant who didn’t say their line. We’ve covered the minimum Halloween requirements in the past, but I gave her extra anyway, because one of the most important things in life is showing up. I mean, okay, avoiding pneumonia is on the list too, but still.