These people all walked by the booth this morning: a Mad-Eye Moody so persuasive I half expected him to cast a curse on me as he walked by; a fleet of zombies, running a bit more quickly in the direction of the free giveaways than their bleeding wounds should have allowed; a couple of mud-spattered and battle-worn Storm Troopers; a Bumblebee made of yellow cardboard; more Captain Jack Sparrows than I care to count; a few Spartans who ought to consider, for the sake of everyone around them, putting on trousers; and a large assortment of ambiguous types who may be in costume, or who may very well just look like that every single day.