Miserable people are happy when they spread their misery.

This happened to me when I was in high school. Thing is, I've always looked younger than I am.
I remember the house and the old lady that said "don't you think you're too old for this?!"
She shut the door on our faces hugging her bowl of candy and turned off her lights.

What a grumpy old lady.
I felt like egging her house.
But I didn't do that.

Instead, I went home and felt self conscious about dressing up for Halloween the next year. It wasn't as fun anymore.
I'm not sure if I even went out again for Halloween.

Not until I was near my 30s did I start to think again - wow, dressing up is fun! And started dressing up for Halloween parties (not trick or treating of course) and going out with friends for Halloween.

So now, its beyond maddening to hear that my nephew who is still in high school is staying home to hand out candy, especially when he had some real fun costumes before. Just because some old lady told him he was too old.

Makes me mad that all the miserable people in the world want to do is make everyone else around them miserable!

Wish I was there to give my two cents about this when the lady told him that, eggs in hand.