I hate trick-or-treaters. That sounds mean, I know. It's nothing to do with dealing with the kids. I don't mind them. I love seeing them in their little costumes; it's very cute. If I had the courage to open the door, I'd also be dressed up to greet them. Unfortunately, hearing someone knock on the door is a major trigger for me. I know. It looks silly when put into words, but it's true. Years ago - well over a decade by now - I had a horrible experience with a guy who used to be one of my best...