We always hate to see Halloween go, because it's been so much fun to look at skulls in the stores for six weeks. At one of the grocery stores I frequent there's a big witch head with blinking eyes. I can't recall what she's selling. Cheez-Its? Some cookie injected with FDA-approved orange dye to indicate it is the 10th month of the year? It's possible I'm blanking on the display's true purpose because it uses that stupid phrase:
"Snacks so good they're scary!"
Really? No. No one throws a party, puts out a bowl of chips and hears someone shriek, drop their plate, turn pale and huddle in the corner, rocking back and forth and saying, "They're only Chive and Basil Triscuits, they're only Chive and Basil Triscuits."
Hey, you OK?
"No! Those snacks! They had a unique flavor profile that awakened some ancient terror, and now I feel like an ape in the African savanna a million years ago, confronted with something outside of his experience! The snacks are too good! It's terrifying!"
You hear this all the time in various permutations. The most common: "Prices so low, they're scary."
Hey, man, take a look at these 4K TV prices. They're … Say, are you OK? You look like the other night at the party when you had to breathe into a paper bag because the Triscuits exceeded your expectations.
"No, I'm not OK. I'm mortified. I have to sit down."