Downtown trick or treating should never be done without a hidden flask of something potent.
Safe from traffic, yes. Safe from being mobbed by sugar crazed halflings, no.
I had choir practice afterwards so I was forced to fight the horrendous crowd with the slowest human on the face of the earth in her big ole hoop skirt bumping into everyone as we went along with all my senses fully intact.
Oh yeah and somehow we did everything against the flow of traffic.
My only happy out of the whole thing (other than the "snow princess" loving the gross abundance of miniature sized torture to her mom's lack of self discipline) was when she saw the Hot Tamales in the candy bowl at the sports table, she thought of me... and grabbed 3 packs.