Monday, March 13, 2006

How does your city keep its streets clean..........

theres a small town outside of piitsburgh called ebensburg. when i say small town i mean like mayberry. 3100 people tops. this is really small town america. they got a big government grant and fixed up the downtown area. new brick crosswalks, old timey looking gas lights...the works. there is just one small problem. the small amish community drives their buggies through town. now dont get me wrong the people of ebensburg like having the amish around. its great for the farmers market and it reminds them of times gone past but its the horses they mind. seems those animals have no respect for the revitalized downtown and have a nasty habit of leaving some road apples around for the fine people of ebensburg. so what do we do to solve this problem? diapers. thats right kids ...diapers for the horses. alright, maybe this town lacks creativity. they probably havent had cable as long as you or i have. luckily enough the town fathers (and i'm sure a few mothers) decided against this plan. seems the people of ebensburg are tired of losing court cases to the amish. apparently the amish arent so far behind the times that they cant pick a good shyster lawyer when needed. the took the amish to court to make them put the large reflective triangles on their buggies..... and lost. whats safety when you have a time tested belief of having some of your people run over yearly. so with that in mind the diapers were defeated. not because it was a ridiculous idea (and make no mistake....it was) but because it would impinge on their religious beliefs. and that my friends is the story of how god, in defense of horse shit, defeated the hated diapers. read the book of shoes, chapter 5, verse 22.

go on now....theres nothing more to see here.

2 comments:

BAC said...

Boy - talk about a crappy story! Can I get a copy of the Book of Shoes on my next trip tp Pgh.? An autographed one would be nice!

As always... Rachael said...

When my dad hired some local amish to roof our house, they all pissed behind our garage and no body said word one about it. But if I get all liquored up and feel the need to relieve myself behind a parked car?? Well, actually, nothing happens then either... I must be part Amish.