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Weekly K: Trick-Or-Treat? How About Work…

by Kennedy Kiersey, Mirror Staff

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This year was the first year that I was unable to go trick-or-treating on Halloween.

I didn’t care really, although lots of people mourn this type of thing.

People tell me that I’m too old to go trick-or-treating, but really, who’s too old for free candy?

Well, there is an answer to that question, so if you are a 44 year old man and you still want to trick or treat–you’re TOO old.

Anyway, I didn’t get to go because fortunately for me, I had to work!

Working on Halloween wasn’t as bad as I anticipated because we were dead.

So my night was spent standing around Wendy’s waiting for people to come in.

The only time we got a rush of customers was after trick-or-treating.

Was the candy not fulfilling enough for them?  Did they really need a frosty after consuming a lifetime supply of Snickers bars and candy corn?

One of my managers, out of pity I guess, sent another manager to the store to buy some candy for us  so that we could experience Halloween as well.

Actually, I think she wanted candy for her, not us, but that’s beside the point.

Unfortunately, we sent the only male working to get candy, and to our surprise, he didn’t know anything about what candy to bring.

Girls like chocolate, Terrance!

Really though, he brought all this fruity candy and exactly one bag of chocolate.

How do you expect us to all share one bag of chocolate?

We did, however, learn that Twizzlers are really good when dipped into a vanilla frosty.

I highly recommend everyone tries it, you won’t regret it.

If you are from Wendy’s and steal this idea, contact me for licensing rights.

Aside from the candy, we were able to experience Halloween by being allowed to wear a costume to work.

But me, being afraid no one would wear a costume, went as a Wendy’s employee.

Original, right?

I’m a ginger, though, so if anyone asked I could say I was Wendy, you, know, from Wendy’s.

I probably looked really out of place, but I didn’t mind.

If I knew someone who worked at another fast food restaurant, I gladly would have worn one of their uniforms just to confuse the customers.

Working on Halloween wasn’t as bad as you might imagine.  I was home by eight thirty and I had a party planned that I was looking forward to.

The night wasn’t how I had always spent Halloween, but it was a good night.

And $7.25 an hour for four hours will buy a lot of candy at 50 percent off.

Until next week…

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