I was headed home the other day when I saw a woman that I thought might be Amish.
First, I wondered what she was doing in my little Central Florida town. I mean, we're awfully far from Pennsylvania. And while I've seen many Amish families visit Universal Studios when I worked there (makes you wonder what they thought about the movie rides, since they don't have electricity or television) I always wondered how long the buggy trip must take.
But then it struck me, maybe the Amish were tired of two week covered wagon trips to Disney and had decided to start a colony here in Florida. That might be exciting, right?
Then my analytical mind brought me back to reality: shouldn't I be sure this woman was Amish before I started speculating about an insidious Amish plot to turn my community into the candle-making, quilting, barn-raising capital of the Bible Belt?
So I looked her over, mentally deciding if her features were either AMISH, NOT AMISH or BOTH
1. Hair in a bun: AMISH
2. Plain, long sleeve dress with no buttons: AMISH
3. No makeup: AMISH
4. Driving a Chrysler minivan: Um.... well, maybe...
I breathed a sigh of relief. Still, I think the Amish are up to something.
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