My Cowboy hung out with a couple of his Amish buddies last weekend, and they took a road trip together.
Given his penchant for tire/wheel troubles, true to form, they broke down somewhere along the way.
While waiting for the truck to be repaired, My Cowboy, Freddie, Daniel, and the tow-truck driver ducked into the nearest cafe for breakfast.
While they were eating, one of the cafe employees was making the rounds of all the tables, filling the salt and pepper shakers.
When she got close to their table, she stopped, looked, squeaked out a little gasp, and said to the boys: “Um . . . no . . . it couldn’t be . . . are you? . . . no . . .” and started to move on . . .
Then, coming back: “Um . . . yeah . . . I have to ask — I just LOVE that TV show ‘Amish Mafia’, and you look like the guys from that show. Are you? Could you be? I just LOOOOVVVE that show!”
The boys were stricken speechless, because a) real Amish don’t have or watch TV, so therefore b) they had absolutely not one single clue what she was talking about.
The two girls at a neighboring table started snickering behind their hands.
And then . . .
My Cowboy, not one to ever miss a beat for any reason, and who is never stricken speechless, even when it might behoove him to be, pipes up: “Well, if you love the show so much, and watch it enough, you’d recognize them,” which sends her into deep thought and much ponderance. She moves on to the next table to fill more salt shakers.
Abruptly turning around, she steps back up to their table, looks directly at Freddie, and exclaims, “You’re JOHN, aren’t you? I knew it! You look JUST like him. You’re John! Oh, my gosh! I can’t believe it!”
Freddie turns every shade of red imaginable, and looks like he just wants to disappear into the floor, because, aside from having no idea what to do or say, he’s now the center of attention in the entire cafe, and Amish aren’t usually too cool with that.
The girls at the neighboring table can barely contain themselves.
And between mouthfuls, the tow-truck driver chimes in, “Yeah, I could hardly believe it myself when I watched him take the clip out of his gun before we came in here.”
And once back on the road again, My Cowboy had to spend a few miles explaining exactly what the “Amish Mafia” TV show is all about . . . once again proving that truth is way funnier than fiction. You just can’t make this stuff up!