I get bored around the first Tuesday of November and I like to walk to the nearest firehouse or school. I try to chat up any older adults I see around me and then, wham, bam, they hit me with sticks and push me into a lil booth. My head falls into some sort of computer and then my assailants give me a sticker.

Why? Eh, it’s been a habit. I do this once a year or so.