Elevators: From An Amish Perspective
May. 4th, 2010 09:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
A 15-year-old Amish boy and his farm-weathered father were in a mall. Since this was their first time in a mall, they were amazed by almost everything they saw: the bright store fronts, the merchandise, and the people dressed in much different clothing than theirs. Especially intriguing were two shiny, silver walls that moved apart and then back together again.
The boy asked, "What is this Father?"
The father, never having seen an elevator, responded, "Son, I have never seen anything like this in my life; I do not know what it is."
While the boy and his father were watching with amazement from a distance at the doors opening and closing, an old lady in a wheelchair moved up to the moving walls. She pressed a spot on the wall that lit up! The wall opened! The lady rolled her wheelchair between the open doors into the small room.
The wall closed. Mouths agape, the boy and his father watched small numbers above the split in the wall light up sequentially. They continued to watch until the last number lit up. After a few seconds, surprisingly, the numbers began to light up sequentially in the reverse order. Finally, the walls opened up again and a gorgeous, young blond woman stepped out.
The father, not taking his eyes off the young woman, said quietly to his son, "Go to the buggy and get your mother."
The boy asked, "What is this Father?"
The father, never having seen an elevator, responded, "Son, I have never seen anything like this in my life; I do not know what it is."
While the boy and his father were watching with amazement from a distance at the doors opening and closing, an old lady in a wheelchair moved up to the moving walls. She pressed a spot on the wall that lit up! The wall opened! The lady rolled her wheelchair between the open doors into the small room.
The wall closed. Mouths agape, the boy and his father watched small numbers above the split in the wall light up sequentially. They continued to watch until the last number lit up. After a few seconds, surprisingly, the numbers began to light up sequentially in the reverse order. Finally, the walls opened up again and a gorgeous, young blond woman stepped out.
The father, not taking his eyes off the young woman, said quietly to his son, "Go to the buggy and get your mother."