Friday, November 1, 2013

In Which I Bet the Unders - and Lose

At 5 p.m. last night, our street was silent and lifeless as a mausoleum.  I turned back from the kitchen window and said to Richie, "So how many trick or treat-ers do you think we'll get?  I bet less than five."

He was engrossed in the BBC news and I had to repeat myself. 

 "Oh, surely more than five!" he protested before turning back to the TV.

We had nine.

But he cheated.  Later in the evening, I glanced out the kitchen window to see this sight:  He was standing in the middle of the street with a big bag of candy in each hand, waving down motorists!   

Good thing no money was bet.  I'd still be screaming!

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