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When I was a kid growing up, my parents would have two bowls of candy. One for the local kids, with full sized candy bars, and one with crappy candy for kids from off the street. If my mom didn't recognize a kid, they got the crappy candy. If she did, they got the good candy. One year, her system got screwed up when the kid across the street came over to the house with a group of friends from outside the neighborhood. She gave away all the good candy to that group, and had to give crap to some of the kids on the street who came later. The following year, she learned her lesson, and bought lots more good candy. It was great after that, because we had lots of leftover candy bars.
In my current neighborhood, we don't get many kids. Our house is run down and scary looking, so it gets passed by a lot. We have lots of candy left over. York peppermint patties this year.
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