We went to a kid’s Hallowe’en party yesterday (or Halloween, as the squiggly red line insists it be spelled). I thought my costume was a stroke of genius. I cut a couple of eyes and a mouth into a cardboard box and put it on my head. I had visions of doing a robot dance and being the life of the party.
It isn’t easy being cardboard
Well, I realized some problems with the costume before I even got to the party. It slipped all over the place, I nearly stumbled over curbs a couple of times and nearly missed a set of stairs entirely, which would have been quite embarrassing.
When I got there, the first person who saw me in costume, a friend of my wife’s, said “That is a very poor costume. Last year you were much scarier.” (last year I just wore a gorilla mask).
So, I was pretty much resigned to the fact that the costume was a bust, but I left it on because any costume is better than no costume, and I definitely got to interact with more of the people there than those at our table who were not wearing costumes. And I got to talk in a robot voice.
That was an advantage over the gorilla costume. It’s kind of fun to walk around and grunt and beat your chest all evening, but it doesn’t lead to any interesting conversations, like the one I had with a princess and a fairy about why robots don’t have noses.
We’re going to another Halloween event tomorrow night, and I’m going to use the same costume. I’ve made a couple of adjustments to keep the box better balanced, I will look through the mouth instead of the eyes, and I’ve had a bit of practice with the robot voice. I think it will be a hit.
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