As a kid, I loved Halloween. The dressing up, the candy, the scary games, the frivolity of it all. As childhood segued into teen years, it took on a different meaning. Sure, it was still about costumes and candy, but now factor in haunted houses, boys, parties and making out.
Halloween as an adult doesn't really register on my radar scope. I don't enjoy putting on a costume any longer. I certainly don't need the wasted calories of cheap candy. And the parties just don't seem the fun that they once were.
Which is why it is good that I am not flying on Halloween.
Although we still must report to work professionally dressed and in full uniform, once onboard the plane we are allowed a little leeway in self-expression: we can have a little fun with a Halloween costume. For obvious reasons, we are not permitted to wear masks, anything frightening, anything political, or anything slutty. Since that eliminates all the really fun things about dressing up, I never really got into the costumes at work thing.
That is, until last year. And it wasn't even really a costume. It was just a pin of a large smiling jack-o-lantern. All day long passengers felt compelled to tell me that Halloween was a pagan holiday, and that they would pray for my soul. While I just put on a smile and nodded, inside I was thinking -- "it's a pumpkin, for pete's sake, not a statement of my belief system."
I was just trying to loosen up and have a little fun. But I won't ever do it again.
(In the interest of full disclosure, I also wear a heart for Valentine's Day, a shamrock for St. Patrick's Day, a flag for the Fourth of July, and a wreath at Christmas.)