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Mennonite Love Making
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The tablecloth inspires me with what must be a prairie Urban Legend.
That of the Mennonite Love Making.
It goes like this.
The Mennonites, (or Hutterites, or Amish, or pick you minority bible group...) have grown rather inbred.
TO curb this they try to bring in new blood.
They solicit young men at bars, then bring them back to their farms where they're introduced to the "Young Amish Girl"; a breeder chosen by them, and they make love to her through a hole in a sheet. Supervising all this is an Amish man reading from the Bible.
Now, this rumor, as titillating as it is, exists in some form of or another across North America, but while I've heard many variations and heard many people swear as to its veracity I've never met anyone who's actually done it. Or has confessed to having done it might be more accurate.
But a curious urban legend nonetheless.
The Mustard Seed and Chartered Accountants
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The night he got fired he got moved out of his house. An altercation of some sort with his roommates, not his fault. They're crazy.
He's been staying at the Mustard Seed ever since. Not the one downtown but the nicer one out in the Foothills Industrial Park. It's one of the nicest shelters in the city, he tells me. He takes a bus in every day to get to work. He views it as mostly a positive thing, he's meeting new people, setting goals for himself.
At the moment though he's trying to find a chartered accountant. He wants to know if he can write off his bus passes on his taxes.
Goals and Aspirations
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He's got this list of goals and aspirations that he shares with me. Ive seen it before, I just like to see if it's changed any...
He wants to be a musician, a painter and artist, a writer of books, an evangelist, he's just got to work on some personal issues first...
Maybe that's why I like him so much. We have a lot in common....
He tells me that he wants to become a police officer. That takes me by surprise, the last time we spoke he wanted to become a Chef like his father...
I ask him, "Why do you want to become a police officer?"
"I've got my reasons" he tells me meaningfully.
I'm not crazy...
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As soon as you hear that phrase, be on your guard. It almost always means the person is, in fact, crazy.
But I try to be tactful...
"Crazy is no longer really in popular usage in Psychiatric circles" I tell him... "There's much better labels. More descriptive. And, hey, aren't we all a little crazy to be working here?"
- "But I'm not crazy" he tells me.
"I didn't say you were." I counter.
- "I know. But I thought you should know. I love you. And I'm not crazy."
"That's good." I say. "You know, the nice thing about aluminum foil is you can make these cool hats that block satellite waves from reading your mind...."
He looks at me. He has no sense of humour. "I'm NOT crazy...."
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