It’s Halloween. I see my girlfriend taking some large jars containing individually wrapped chocolates and placing them in a big bowl. She leaves it in the hallway next to the front door.

I then see her eat one quickly as she walks back to the kitchen.

Me: “What’s that bowl for?”

Girlfriend: “Trick or treaters.”

Me: “We live on the 37^th floor of an apartment block filled with one-bedroom and studio apartments. There are no kids in this building. We’re not getting any trick or treaters.”

Girlfriend: *Walking over to grab another chocolate, speaking in monotone.* “Oh no what a tragedy.”