Yesterday when Sarah and I got home, there were five Amish girls coming out of our apartment building. My first honest reaction was, “Oh, we’re at the wrong address.” Four of the girls looked to be in their 20s and they were accompanied by an older heavyset lady with a friendly smile.
One of the girls was having trouble locking the front door as we approached.
“Don’t worry about it, we’re going in, we’ll get it,” Sarah said. The Amish girl smiled. “Are you guys moving in?” Sarah sounded hopeful.
“No,” the girl smiled, they just hired us to clean upstairs.
My first thought was, “Wow, our upstairs neighbors are really lazy.”
My second thought was, “How amazing would that have been if they were moving upstairs. That would have been comedy gold. It would be like living below the Amish version of The Facts of Life.”