so my Wife relays to me the following story (November 1st or 2nd):
You know how when you pull into our cul-du-sac you turn head-on to number [xx]? Well I turn the corner today, and there are the neighborhood kids with a sign in the driveway: “Candy 25 cents”. I stopped beside the driveway and asked them if they were really selling Hollowe’en candy, and they said yes, but “only the candy they didn’t like”. “THEY’RE TRYING TO SELL OUR OWN CANDY BACK TO US!!!!”
I’m glad the Wifey relayed the story to me over the phone, cuz I’m sure it took the sting off the laugh I gave when she was done. What did she expect? I was proud of these kids, trying to turn their Hallowe’en booty into cold-hard cash. I mean really, from an economic point of view, if people are willing to give you something for nothing (or virtually nothing, since costumes seem to be optional nowadays), why not try to sell the proceeds for a profit?
obviously, she didn’t buy anything. and given that we had about 125,000 calories worth of left-over candy at our house, I didn’t object. but come on — these kids had the right idea*
* the other thing the Wife was upset at was the idea that the kids were selling back candy “they didn’t want”. Butterfingers, I believe, were the main thing they were pushing. They were not trying to return the KitKats or Peanut Butter Cups that we liked, or she might have bought them back. Again, I saw this as an example of the free-market at work…