While the rest of the world was trampling over each other at Walmart this morning, my family went to the Amish bulk food store in Shipshewana.
As we neared the store, we saw a buggy cruising through an intersection a bit late, giving us this quote of the day: “Did that buggy just trot the red light?”
Once we got to the store it was surprisingly empty. We stocked up on the usual items: flour, cocoa, spices, quinoa.
Some big guy with a NASCAR jacket took a big handful of cheese samples. Just reached into the cup and grabbed them. No toothpicks involved. Youngest Daughter: “Can I have cheese?” Me: “No.”
As we were leaving, we observed a lineup of around twenty buggies along the side of the building. Gives new meaning to Black Friday.