(the finale of the Trains and Boats and Planes post)
Paul (again) went to the Clevertown train station to pick up his passengers. He was running a couple minutes "late" (HA!) because he got there a couple minutes after 1AM.
His people did not get off the expected train. Nor did they get off the one that came a couple hours later, which he waited for, scrinched up on the truck seat under the blanket I had thrown in there for him.
He went in and talked to the train people. Did they happen to see an Amish couple anywhere about?
One lady had. Back at the train station before this one----the one in Eltown. They got off there at 1AM.
Huh?
She further explained, "There was a whole big group of Amish people got off there yesterday, too, and all of their tickets were for Clevertown like this other couple today." Of course, Paul knew all about *those* people.
Key to spooky music.
Unfortunately, no one staffs the Eltown train station at night, so there was no one there to call to figure out what the deal was.
Paul called home. I drove over to Levi's house and who came walking out of the house when I got there?
Levi himself.
Um.....you're not supposed to be here. You're supposed to be in Clevertown so my husband----who just spent the entire night there waiting for you----could pick you up.
Oh, he says, I thought I told him I would call him "if" I wanted him to come get us. We found another group of our people who were coming this way, and they had a big van to pick us up at the train station.
Really???
Big. heavy. sigh.
This makes it really hard to do favors for the next Amish neighbor who asks for it.....because:
1. You can not call these people. If you want to talk to them, you have to go in search of them.
2. Yet (related to #1), they get uptight when you let your cell phone go to the voice mail because you can't or don't want to answer it the moment a call comes in.
3. They think vehicles are so bad....but they depend on modern modes of transportation every. single. day.
4. They (well....some of them....) change the game midway through and either forget.....or pretend to.
ARRRRGGGGHHHHH......
I have now called and told my poor husband that he can come home now. Now I have to get all my boys to (nicely) go out to the barn to get the milking started because the guy who normally does it isn't home. Yet.
~Colleen
