It's a Halloween toy's nature to scare people. But, on the day after Halloween, they are confused and afraid. No longer willing to be scary, they're pitiful and needy. My very presence gave them hope. This little guy tried to keep a stiff upper lip, but confided to me that unsold Halloween toys are held responsible for not being sold. He indicated that he has been punched in the face and twisted in the groin all day. He expected the next level of degradation...the "soul goose," which isn't a dance, but does include a disgruntled employees thumb.
