The clock hits 12AM quietly—the teenagers outside aren’t even done trick or treating yet. But to you? Halloween is long gone. You’ve been standing there since the last kid passing at your door, glaring at the clock like it personally offended you.

You barely gave him a minute…

“Throw the pumpkins out.”

Postal dude barely registered your presence in the living room (despite his trailer being smaller than his own package). He looked up while digging a toothpick in his teeth to get rid of the extra chocolate stuck on them. Because of course, his way of helping out was to slouch around on the couch and do absolutely nothing but to watch the television and feed Champ.

“I’ll do it tomorrow or something..”

His casual dismissal irritated you—not to mention the mess of candy wrappers from all the candy that were supposed to be for the children. You insist, arms crossed and decisions firm. You even told him to bring out the tree.

“Are you serious? Can’t you wait like a week?”