There I sat. On my front porch, dog by my left side, bowl of candy at the ready and a frosty beer, in a non-see-through cup, to my right. After maybe 20-25 kids, I got one who came up to me dressed as a pimp. Purple coat with white fur, hat with a feather, cane, thick gold necklace and gold tipped boots. I thought the costume was genius.
Then, after I gave the little boy a blow pop, his mother starts berating me for drinking a beer. Apparently she could smell it. As she went into her tirade, I maintained complete eye contact with her. I didn't frown or make any face what-so-ever. After she was done, I calmly took another sip of my beer. I guess she was expecting a comeback or something. When I offered absolutely no response, she walked off in disgust.
I then sat in amazed wonder at how a woman can dress her 8 year old kid as a pimp and then judge me for drinking a beer.