pathetic humans

So I somehow got stuck taking care of the trick or treaters tonight as my parents both had to work, my brother had a party, and my party doesn't begin until 10 o'clock or so (I am getting sooo wasted tonight). Anyway, as it all started around 5:15 or so, I noticed a car parked out on the street in front of my parent's house (not at all a usual thing). I figured it was a parent driving their kid door to dorr and thought it stupid and lazy. Then I saw another and decided I'd write on here and bitch about the laziness...but then it kept happening...I lost count of the cars.

For every two kids that knocked on the door, there was a car. I'm not kidding. And for every ten cars that were just trailing the kids, there was a kid who got in the car between houses. Now, this is one of those neighborhoods raised from old farmland out of the old city limits sort of suburbia...but not one of the glam half-million-dollar-houses ones, just yards two houses wide with the house in the middle...hardly enough to warrant driving, even if it is a little cool, a little windy, and the very slightest of drizzles in the air. This is plain sloth we're talking about here for parents to feel a need to drive their SUVs around to watch their kids.

I mean, I hate to pull out a "in my day" here, but I almost have to. In my day (and therefore in the day of these parents), parents got on their walking shoes and took their kids around until the kids were old enough to go out with a moderate sized group of friends that prohibited both psycho-pedophile-kidnappers from doing their thing, and created a visible group for passing cars (not that a flashlight or two held by one or more kids wouldn't make visibility a non-issue too). But no. We gotta drive...then bitch about taxes and oil prices.

It's sad and pathetic.