Smashed Pumpkins

November 01, 2020

Smashed Pumpkins

I mean he wasn't wrong, it just seemed like an odd thing to be on a rant about.

It has been an expected sight since... hmmm, well since long before I was a kid, I imagine - smashed pumpkins, jack-o-lanterns out in the street the day after Halloween.

I was stopped on Amelia, waiting for the mrs. to catch up. At the next corner along the street a guy was yelling, or talking loudly, very loudly, at two women on the other side of the street - they were laughing so I knew it wasn't angry yelling, but I hoped the dude wasn't walking my way (a little too much partying last night, I thought).

He was. Walking my way. He had been. Too much partying the night before. Then again, maybe he simply woke up in a very good mood. I was already clear of his path of travel, but I shifted a little bit further out. As he got closer I warily looked over at him; big dude, scruffy looking. "Where are the smashed pumpkins, man? No smashed pumpkins, no egged houses. Where are the smashed pumpkins? What's happened to Halloween? There's always smashed pumpkins"

I saw a smashed pumpkin, one smashed pumpkin, I said. "The band?" he responded. Ha, ha, ha, haw. His joke was corny, but we both laughed. This dude is alright, I thought. "One smashed pumpkin, huh? Where was it? I saw three pumpkins on a porch back there, and started to get one, but then I noticed the guy watering the lawn. I didn't get one." Ha, ha, ha, haw, again. He walked on then and, only a little while longer, I heard him going on about something to someone else. Probably has something to do with a dearth of smashed pumpkins and broken eggs I suppose, I thought. And then the mrs. was there and the ride was on again.

Smashed pumpkins, or just smashed. After all, it is the day after Halloween.