I had a woman knock on my door one afternoon, 8 year old boy in tow, when I was living in Darwin. Trick or treat.Perhaps you can bring it to Oz.
Darwin was a pretty rough and ready town back then with a high itinerant population and I was very typical of the people that lived there, a 30 year old teenager. A hard drinking drug abusing party boy. The only thing in the house I had that was appropriate to give a child was an apple.
I spent about 15 minutes explaining to the mother that what she was doing was unfair to the local residents and also unfair to her child. The kid was more likely to receive home made beers and an assortment of different drugs than a snickers.
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