At dinner tonight, Rob and I noticed a couple at another booth. They were an older couple, and she wore her hair in a bun covered by a white cloth cap. We discussed what religion they might be as it seemed obvious that her hair covering was something old-fashioned and traditional. As usual, we enjoyed some mild humor at the couple's expense.

Rob: Well, they can't be Amish; he hasn't got a beard.
Me: Maybe they're dating.
Rob (disdainfully): They're too old to be dating.
Me: Maybe she's Amish and he's not, and she's having a wild night out on the town!
Rob (gives me a "I don't think so" glance): Uh huh.
Me: Sure! What's more wild than for her to be out with a man who has no beard and having supper at Marie Calender's!

Later on as I nibbled on my dinner, Rob announced with a satisfied tone, "Ah, no. They're not Amish."

Me: Hmm?
Rob: They can't be Amish; they were using forks.
Me (looking perplexed and trying not to glance over at the couple again): What's that......?
Rob: Amish only eat with spoons and knives.
Me: Oh. How'd you know that?
Rob (gives me a sigh, a glance and a patient tone): Everyone knows that. They don't use forks because they look like pitchforks. (sees my further confused look) You know, the devil uses a pitchfork?
Me: Oh. Okay. That's so odd...they don't use pitchforks?
Rob: Of course not.
Me: Then how do they get the hay...pitched?
Rob: I don't know.

(pause)

Me: Oh you #$%#$%@!!!
Rob: Heh, gotcha.

Followed by both of us laughing so hard tears are flowing. We were very disruptive to the other diners. I don't think we can eat there again. :)

At dinner tonight, Rob and I noticed a couple at another booth. They were an older couple, and she wore her hair in a bun covered by a white cloth cap. We discussed what religion they might be as it seemed obvious that her hair covering was something old-fashioned and traditional. As usual, we enjoyed some mild humor at the couple's expense.

Rob: Well, they can't be Amish; he hasn't got a beard.
Me: Maybe they're dating.
Rob (disdainfully): They're too old to be dating.
Me: Maybe she's Amish and he's not, and she's having a wild night out on the town!
Rob (gives me a "I don't think so" glance): Uh huh.
Me: Sure! What's more wild than for her to be out with a man who has no beard and having supper at Marie Calender's!

Later on as I nibbled on my dinner, Rob announced with a satisfied tone, "Ah, no. They're not Amish."

Me: Hmm?
Rob: They can't be Amish; they were using forks.
Me (looking perplexed and trying not to glance over at the couple again): What's that......?
Rob: Amish only eat with spoons and knives.
Me: Oh. How'd you know that?
Rob (gives me a sigh, a glance and a patient tone): Everyone knows that. They don't use forks because they look like pitchforks. (sees my further confused look) You know, the devil uses a pitchfork?
Me: Oh. Okay. That's so odd...they don't use pitchforks?
Rob: Of course not.
Me: Then how do they get the hay...pitched?
Rob: I don't know.

(pause)

Me: Oh you #$%#$%@!!!
Rob: Heh, gotcha.

Followed by both of us laughing so hard tears are flowing. We were very disruptive to the other diners. I don't think we can eat there again. :)