I didn't get any trick-or-treaters either. But that was also the case last year (my first Halloween living in this apartment), and I was told that our apartment community doesn't usually get trick-or-treaters. So because of that, I didn't bother spending money on candy this year. I was out anyway with my son, my sister, and her two kids while they trick-or-treated. When I got back home, I brought the laptop into the living room to play "This Is Halloween" on YouTube, and I quickly took all of the peanut products out of my son's bag (peanut allergy) to put into a bowl...just in case I happened to get a trick-or-treater that evening. Eventually I took off my nun costume, put on my pajamas, and began watching my Wednesday night shows.
My pain-in-the-ass neighbor (She only texts me when she needs a favor) decided to text me - while I'm trying to watch Chicago Med - to ask me fifty questions about some fucking package she's expecting. It's a good thing we can pause live T.V. shows.