Happy Halloween, everyone! Where I grew up, when kids trick-or-treated, you would have to tell a joke to get candy. You'd walk up to the front door (undoubtedly all bundled up, your awesome Halloween costume completely obscured by your winter coat -- like the year I was a hula dancer and no one could tell, tragedy!), ring the bell, and say "trick or treat!" The grownup at the door would always act so surprised that these ghosts/goblins/ninja turtles/fairy princesses were at the door, and then say "Okay, let's hear your jokes." You'd volunteer your comedic gem -- something like "Knock knock. Who's there? Orange. Orange who? Orange you going to give me some candy?" -- and only then would you have "earned" your candy. We used to swing back at our house halfway through our trick-or-treating to ask my mom if any other kids had told her good jokes, so we could use them at other people's houses.
After college, I moved to Chicago, and the first Halloween I lived in my apartment, my roommates and I got a few trick-or-treaters. I kept asking for their jokes, and they all looked at me like I was sort of nuts. I chalked it up to them being bashful, but after it happened about three times, my roommates asked what on earth I was doing. And that's how I found out that nobody does jokes except for in St. Louis, where I grew up. Isn't that funny? I always assumed everyone did it, and it had something to do with the "trick" part of trick-or-treating.
Anything like that ever happen to you, where something you assumed everyone does turned out to be a locals-only practice? (I also learned, after I moved to Chicago, that St. Louis is the only place that has Provel cheese!)
And what are you (or your little people) being for Halloween?