Amish jokes
I approached the wooden side porch with a twinge of trepidation. After all, I was on Amish property in an Amish neighborhood to buy their cherries, and I drove a red PT there, not a black buggy. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, not a dark blue bonnet and a full-length black dress fastened with pins.
Two men sat in wooden chairs. The king of the domain, a robust Amish man with a beard, held a lined notebook in his work-worn hands. With a fat pencil, he checked off my order for sour cherries. I asked him meekly what I owed him and he looked me over with narrowing eyes.
"Where do you get you shoes repaired?" he said matter-of-factly in clipped English.
"Um. Excuse me?" I stuttered politely. I shifted my weight from left to right nervously.
"WHERE do you get your shoes repaired?" he again inquired. I thought I detected a twinkle begind his bushy eyebrows.
"Uhhh....the shoe makers?"
"No!" he roared, gesturing to the sole of his leather shoe. "Where the seam is coming apart!"
Together, the two men shared a merry look and then grew serious once again.
"How is your English? Good?"
"Ye-e-sss...." I ventured, knowing another joke was on its way.
"Well, then. Is it 'the yolk of an egg IS white" or 'the yolk of an egg ARE white' ? "
I pride myself in my command of English grammar, which is what blinded me in taking the bait.
"It's 'the yolk of an egg IS white!" I stated emphatically.
"No!" roared again. The yolk of an egg is YELLOW!"
This obvious proclamation was followed by hearty chuckles and plenty of good-natured shrugging of shoulders between themselves.
Fifty pounds of sour cherries and two jokes for 35 bucks. Not a bad deal.
Two men sat in wooden chairs. The king of the domain, a robust Amish man with a beard, held a lined notebook in his work-worn hands. With a fat pencil, he checked off my order for sour cherries. I asked him meekly what I owed him and he looked me over with narrowing eyes.
"Where do you get you shoes repaired?" he said matter-of-factly in clipped English.
"Um. Excuse me?" I stuttered politely. I shifted my weight from left to right nervously.
"WHERE do you get your shoes repaired?" he again inquired. I thought I detected a twinkle begind his bushy eyebrows.
"Uhhh....the shoe makers?"
"No!" he roared, gesturing to the sole of his leather shoe. "Where the seam is coming apart!"
Together, the two men shared a merry look and then grew serious once again.
"How is your English? Good?"
"Ye-e-sss...." I ventured, knowing another joke was on its way.
"Well, then. Is it 'the yolk of an egg IS white" or 'the yolk of an egg ARE white' ? "
I pride myself in my command of English grammar, which is what blinded me in taking the bait.
"It's 'the yolk of an egg IS white!" I stated emphatically.
"No!" roared again. The yolk of an egg is YELLOW!"
This obvious proclamation was followed by hearty chuckles and plenty of good-natured shrugging of shoulders between themselves.
Fifty pounds of sour cherries and two jokes for 35 bucks. Not a bad deal.
posted by thisrequiresthought at 9:11 PM
4 Comments:
Oh... sour cherries...
Oh...
How do I get there? Do you suppose he has extra? I have helpers now who could freeze them for me.
ok... first, that story is hilarious! second, did you say FIFTY POUNDS of cherries? that's a lot of cherries. that's like two daniels' babies worth of cherries! i like cherries. and i like babies. and i like you. :)
what do you do with 50 pounds of cherries?
margaret
20 for Paula, 20 for me, and 10 for Judes! I pit & freeze them for desserts. SO. VERY. YUMMY.
Dar: call Paula for directions and whether or not she thinks they may have extra.
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