What did she call me?

Ok...here is a little story from my past. We lived in Maryland when I was 17, we meaning my mom and my one sister Nell her child Gearlynne who was 3 at the time, and my 2 brothers. MY mom's mother lived one flight of stairs up from us. So here it was Halloween and I was all excited about taking Gearlynne for her first trick or treat adventure. Oh my.. did it ever turn into an adventure. Well we got her a little witch outfit and she was so cute. I had told her all the fun she was going to have and got her all pumped up about it (actually I think I was more pumped then she was) oh well....so time to go trick or treating...and the door bell rings. I was all ..."oh boy here are the first trick or treaters...lets give em some candy. So I opened the door and there was the cutest bunch of hob gobblins you ever did see...that is if you are 17, cause the three year old did not think so. She just stood there with this look of horror on her face and no matter how hard I tried she did not see the fun in it. Scared the snot out of her..Well that was the end of that! She refused to go out of the house. She was convinced the gobblin's were waiting to eat her. So my mom and my sister Nell just got real bored and I thought well why don't I put the witch suit on and go up to mammy's house and see if she will give me some candy. I know, I know...it was kinda mean on our part, but you have to understand...we were all pumped up for fun and it fell thru with Gearlynne so we had to do something so the evening would not be a total a waste.
Well let me give you a little background on dear ole Mammy...she had this thing about teenagers or even bigger kids trick or treating. She just thought it was awful. So I put on the mask and I go up to her door...Mom and Nell watched from our door...they could see everything thru a reflection in a big window in the stairwell.. I rang the door bell and just wait. She answers the door. There she is just standing there with her big ole bowl full of candy in her arms and that's it, she just stands there...stareing at me...looking me up and down. Now it took everything in me not to wet my pants. I was trying so hard not to laugh. After what seemed to be a year of her stareing at me..I finally said "well arn't you gonna give me some candy lady?" and then she knew it was me and called me a "B&*%$" and slamed the door in my face. I don't think she saw the humor in it like we did. We all cracked up laughing and it took me several days of visiting before she forgave me. And by the way I never did get any candy. Oh woa is me. Have a good one.