Hubby loves Amish and Mennonite stores, and there are quite a few in the Finger Lakes areas. I am willing to go into a few stores, but honestly there is only so much shopping I can take.
Last week Hubby was on his fourth Amish store of the day when I decided to wait it out in the car. I figure I’d play on my phone, and not heavy sigh-him into leaving early. The place was really just an enclosure and not selling any of the Amish quilts or furniture that interest me.
About 5 minutes after Hubby went into the store, he called me to come in. He just “knew” I would love the joint.
So, I walk in and the lady that owns the store is wandering about the place, and Hubby is the only customer. I head down the side aisle with him and whisper, “It smells funny in here.”
To which he responds, “That’s the smell of value!”
As I stare at him he continues, “Boy, baking products and power tools, if ever there was a store for me, this is it.”
He also pointed out the irony of an Amish store (no power in the place) selling power tools, as well as the fact that there is no way to test them.
And he wonders why I don’t like to shop with him.