I took off in my car in search of camaraderie. I found it, once again, in Blaine. He was working at Boston Market and I was hungry. He fed me and gave me and asked me if I was ready. I told him I was and that I was excited. A few minutes later, a family of four came into the restaurant. A husband, a wife, and two sons. Blaine didn't seem to notice them, or if he did, didn't seem to care. I, however, could barely look away. And I'm not one for staring, mind you. They looked roughly like this.

Aside from repeated viewings of Witness as a kid, I'd never seen Amish in person. I nudged Blaine and gestured towards them.
"What's up with them?" I asked.
Seeming unimpressed and/or bored, Blaine said, "They're Amish."
I pointed towards the waist of the man's homemade pants. "He's got a cell phone clipped to his pants. I thought the Amish didn't use modern technology."
Blaine shrugged, still uninterested. "Amish-light."
I nearly fell down from laughing so hard. People in the restaurant, including the Amish family all started looking at me but I didn't care. It was really funny.
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