Rick and Georgia went to the Amish Market yesterday to pick up steaks and grillers for dinner and to give me time alone to clean. The parking lot of this place is ALWAYS busy. There was a fender bender near the front door of the market that Rick had to avoid. While maneuvering around the debris the conversation in the car went like this:
G: "Look, Daddy, the Pilgrims are outside eating ice cream!"
Rick: "They're Amish, Babe, that is the way they dress."
G: "Well, they look like Pilgrims."
An Amish man and woman were outside watching all the excitement of the fender bender and only the man was eating ice cream.
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