I have only had one experience with the Amish. I was up in Lancaster, and I pulled into a gas station. When I came out there was a horse and buggy behind my truck. Across the parking lot were several Amish standing and talking. I collared over and asked if they could move the buggy. They looked at me, then went back to talking. I again asked if they could move it so I could leave. They again looked at me, then went back to talking. I then yelled, very loudly, that I hoped they had another buggy at home because I was running this one over, then started my obnoxiously loud truck and revved the engine. Suddenly a young guy was sprinting over to the buggy.
