Haha, pussies. I used to work retail in Amish country.
You know... in the summer... with no air conditioning, fans or running water... in black horse-drawn carriages for a few hours to get from their farms to the store... wearing heavy clothing from neck to toe?
Seriously, they were the worst, worse than the worst of the fat unhygienic white trash (of which I encountered plenty of too). You'd walk through their funk-wake like 10 minutes after they had passed and it'd be like sticking your head in a hot trash bag of full of spoiled, salty meat. If they actually walked by you, you could taste them.
You know... in the summer... with no air conditioning, fans or running water... in black horse-drawn carriages for a few hours to get from their farms to the store... wearing heavy clothing from neck to toe?
Seriously, they were the worst, worse than the worst of the fat unhygienic white trash (of which I encountered plenty of too). You'd walk through their funk-wake like 10 minutes after they had passed and it'd be like sticking your head in a hot trash bag of full of spoiled, salty meat. If they actually walked by you, you could taste them.