Amish Day at Arby’s

We take our middle schoolers out to lunch once a quarter as a reward for good behavior.

Today found me sitting in Arby’s with my partner teacher, looking past her into the parking lot.

A small bus pulled up.   Its occupants disembarked and gathered in the parking lot.

“Um… would you believe me if I told you that a bus load of Amish just pulled up behind you?”  Because seriously, why would you believe that?  Maybe I was wrong; maybe they were Mennonites but they were decidedly, obviously one or the other. 

The arrival of our community’s guests sent the sixth grade boys into a constant stream of twittering, and I’m not talking about the hot social media application.

They’re response sounded like “buzzzzbuzzzzzzzbuzzzzzBEARDS!buzzzzzzzbuzzzzzzbuzzzzAMISH!!buzzz!”

Despite our shushing, they continued.

I grabbed my phone, began to text our teaching partners at another restaurant, looked at my partner, SNORTED, and continued this message:

“Hurry up and finish eating!  We’ve been invaded by Amish and the boys are driving us nuts!”

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