Afer all the deliberation on what to be for Halloween, I ended up buying some wings made for a kid's bee costume and going as a dead fairy to work. I had traded shifts with my coworker in order to have the night off. But I was able to get fixed up in time to go to work in costume while getting enough sleep to keep from nodding off by nightfall. So, there I was, working in the liquor store most of the day since the other girl on shift isn't old enough to sell alcohol. Mad Mike showed up to get some holiday cheer before heading out for the king crab opener. "Looky here," he says, "it's the booze fairy!" After that comment I amended my description by saying that I was a fairy who was a hit and run victim who had smashed into a windshield while flying too low on the way to work. I also warned people that I could be a bad fairy and turn their alcohol into water if they didn't behave themselves. One customer countered that he was a gnome and could turn it back. I told him that I would send him to Nome if he tried it but he told me he had already been there. Hmmm! It has been warm here in comparison to the mainland. Halloween day had one flurry of snow and then the day warmed up and it melted away, leaving a beautiful afternoon and evening for trick-or-treaters. I had to hurry to get my pumpkins carved after work and setup my dead fisherman and one ghost outside in the yard. I tacked a wire spider web and spider over the light next to my front door and stretched gaze web all around it. I had jars of spell ingredients and a bamboo and rush broom outside the door as well. I also played very scary music. "OOOooooooh!" Cried mournful voices as chains rattled and wolves howled. It created a wonderful atmosphere. My ghost was made of cheese cloth spread over a lightbulb, which was duct-taped to a pole, with coat hanger wire for arms which held its sheet out. I had worked flourescent children's jewelry into the gauze to make it glow and wouldn't you know, my ghost got kidnaped and robbed of its jewelry! I found it up the street the next day, relatively unharmed. I managed to scare a few kids with a vicious Styrofoam gecko. Or maybe they were scared of me, who knows? The gecko jumped out at them first. But I was wearing my face paint and antennae with little ghosts that glowed with the aid of a small battery. It has always been my contention that the best part of Halloween is getting to scare small children without getting arrested. The price per pound for king crab is only $2.15 per pound this year. A friend of mine wants to use my dead fisherman to erect a hanged effigy in protest. I am willing. I can put up a sign next to it that says, "Only $2.15 a pound for king crab? Good bye cruel world! Forget you, Aleyeska, Unisea, Westward and Royal Aleutian Seafoods! Catch your own crab you cheapskates!" Considering what it goes for in Japan and down south, I wonder why the people who take all of the risks get the least amount of money for crab? The world might be a better place if we eliminated a few of the middle men, or maybe not?
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