Living in rural Pennsylvania gives you a lot of wonderful things to do. We still have those small mom and pop amusement parks where you can get in for free and just pay to ride the rides you want. It's cute and homey.
We have small town festivals celebrating all things local. Be it musical acts, food, commercial establishments, whatever. There is even a one-of-a-kind Renaissance Faire that attracts thousands of people each day the gates open.
There are little secrets, too. Like flea markets. Personally I love them since you can find cheap articles to purchase, unique food items from local purveyors and a cast of incredibly quirky people. It's quite fun.
The day in question was.. interesting to say the very least. My friends and I were bored last Saturday and wound up at one of the aforementioned flea markets. We spent the day there putzing around. After several hours we decided to cut ourselves loose.
This flea market is in the boondocks. It's Amish country in the extreme. Personally I have no problems with the Amish. They're pretty misunderstood as most look at them as being odd. I think they're pure, honest people.
We were leaving the market to head home and while on the way heard a loud smashing sound a little ways up ahead. As we round the corner we run into, literally, a horse and buggy! Usually this would strike someone as being odd. Around here it's very common - just not to see one that has been rear ended by a Porsche!
I know I get miffed if someone dings my Acura POS so I can only imagine what Mr. Porsche was feeling at this time in his life. I mean c'mon.. who rear ends a horse and buggy? This guy who, I can only assume now, was an extra in a disco saga; was getting out of his car looking at it like it just spoke then came the rage. He went to the carriage and started yelling.
The Amish are pacifist so they sat there quietly and restrained as this lunatic just shouted. I firmly believe in pacifism, but I'm not practicing at the moment. I have my friends call 911 while I check out the situation. Granted, we didn't see anything, but obviously this guy was at fault. The 70's guy wannabe driving a speed demon versus a buggy driven by someone who's never been inside the driver's license bureau. This is also called common sense.
He's claiming he was doing the speed limit while the buggy was not. Delusional Obviously. Luckily no one was injured unless you want to count the car and some unfounded pride on behalf of the Porsche driver.
I hate small cars. One large gust of wind and you're finished. This guy was screaming and becoming very motivated with their body. I step in and nearly get myself knocked out. I become the new target as he moans and groans about the Amish, insulting them. After awhile of this rage he began hitting the buggy. I'm not Amish so I took him down until the police finally arrived.
Everyone was told to go on their way. I was more than happy to, too much to do now like picking up a shoefly pie to celebrate the day's adventure.
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