A few years ago, I drove a piece of farm equipment on a 18' trailer out to the yearly auction out in Amish country. I got to the auction (it was a piece of equipment we
replaced with a newer, bigger one, a disc)...and pulled up to the gate, manned by two somber looking, old Amish guys sitting on a bench.
I got out and said hi, and asked which way I should turn further down for this disk, they told me, and then said they think the lady in the car behind me wanted something.
She got out, and walked up to me, and tearfully apologized, but said my trailer had kicked up a stone while she was following me, and the stone put a big chip
in her windshield. She was upset because her husband had just bought her this new car. Well, I just smiled and gave her my insurance agent's number, and said
I have great insurance, and it would be fixed as good as new, no problem. And, if her husband was upset, to have him call me and I'd apologize personally over the phone.
She thanked me, and the two guys sitting there nodded to me in approval.
And, I said, if she wanted, when she drove back down the road, I could follow her and she could kick up a stone and it could hit my windshield so we'd be even.
Well, she took me seriously for a second, and realized I was kidding her, and the two old guys were laughing like I have never seen two old somber Amish guys laugh.
So, the horse hitched up to the buggy around the corner from the two Amish guys? That horse could have written a far better beginning to this thread.
