jack-o'-lanterns

entertaining and frightening sightings, with a dash of ho-hum beenthereseenthat, are the order of the day.

today's three baristas, for instance, are -- as always -- good sports, dressed up as Thing 1, Thing 2 and Rosie the Riveter. costume quality ranking: huzzah!

then, a few walk-ins. a male hippie, a male trojan warrior, and a female black cat. costume ranking: yawn. except for the fact that Kitty reminds me of Miranda's astute hallowe'en comment in the first sex-and-the-city movie. amended ranking: yawn+.

próximo: enter a woman dressed as a common prostitute. ranking: oh, wait...that's not a costume...and that's not her job.

and finally, four middle-aged parents, chatting at the neighbouring table. no costumes. but nonetheless frightening.

Scary Dad: yeah, see, in our family, our kids do well in school 'cause a B isn't good enough...according to my wife. sounds harsh. but it's all good. 

hmmm. sorry, Kids.

Scarier Dad: ...and then there's the retard class. *chuckle*

ranking: boo! good thing i packed my trusty, about-to-be-bloody knife and Psycho clip. this is, after all, the only day of the year when one can (nearly) get away with physically assaulting those son-of-a-jack-o'-lanterns who engage in verbal assault the other 364 days of the year.

and now back to translating...