The strangest experience I've ever had with trick-or-treaters was a few years ago when a party of six grade-schoolers showed up with their bags. When they turned and left, the father with them stepped up and held out a martini glass. I looked at the glass, then at his absolutely serious, sober expression, then at the glass again. I swallowed hard, not prepared for this, and said, "I have no vermouth."
He replied, "I don't need vermouth."
I said, apologetically now, "I have no gin and my vodka is warm."
He replied, "I'm sure you have a bit of ice."
I said, "One moment, please," went back to the kitchen and got the vodka bottle and half an ice cube (his glass held barely two ounces), returned to the front door, dropped the ice into his glass and poured him a shot of the vodka.
He said, "Thank you. Happy Halloween."
I said, "You're welcome. Happy All Saints Day tomorrow." We parted, friends.
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"No man is genuinely happy, married, who has to drink worse whiskey than he used to drink when he was single." ---- H. L. Mencken
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