Dear gentle readers, I was going to write to you about my vacation with my children to Orlando.
Instead, I feel the need to tell the tale of this very scary Halloween…
I took my autistic son, dressed as the Joker (of course) up to the elementary school in our neighborhood for the Halloween party tonight. The weather here in Michigan is crappy–rainy, cold, windy….trick or treating is not good. The party is the one thing that makes up for it, pretty much every year.
I arrived at the party and my son began gorging on donuts and cider. My younger son strolled in with the neighbors. All was good in the hood.
Or so I thought.
The photographer approached us and my son asked him what he was dressed as. He replied that it was a winged suit. What it was, in fact, was a base jumping suit–hand-made with plastic tarp.
He proceeded to inform me that he actually sold these suits on a website for much cheaper than a “real” suit “as let’s face it–the end result is the same.”
I said oh, you mean that they are jumping to their death???
He replied yes, and this was a much cheaper alternative.
Holy shit! (y’all!!)
I suggested to him that he have a link to life insurance on his website….as a potential kick back. He said didn’t think that base jumpers could be insured…perhaps mortuary services?? I said that he might be on to something….
It’s not ghosts that I’m afraid of.
It’s weirdos like this.
Weirdos that want to profit off death, and are employed around young children.
None of the other parents picked up on this creepy dude’s creepiness. AWESOME.
I wanted to scream “there is a man in a hockey mask–and he is taking your kid’s picture!!”
The potential creepazoid was cleverly disguised as an everyday photographer.
Well played, freak. Well played.
I’m totally using this in my act.