It was well past midnight..on that black moonless night. We had taken a wrong turn as we made our way to the yearly All Hallows Eve gathering...
As we drove down the dusty road, we could barely make out the vast fields and the gloomy barn-like structure in the background. Our gas tank was almost on empty, yet I didn't want to stop. I had a very bad feeling about this place.
As we approached the front porch, my sense of dread increased. The door creaked open and a very strange man walked out to greet us. He said his name is Dwight...but I don't think that was his real ame...
We entered the house and he told us we were luck...there had three rooms available. He took us up to the one he called the Irrigation Room. You would have to see this room to believe it...words can't even begin to describe it. When we looked a little hesitant...Dwight stared at us and said "If it is good enough for Pam it's good enough for you:...whatever that meant.
We decided to stay anyway and try to make the best of it...we were exhausted. As we got ready for bed we noticed that the pillows had beets on them. Was this in place of the usual chocolates....how odd....We didn't have any other clothes so we decided to just sleep in our costumes on top of the covers (really in case we needed to leave in a hurry)...
All through the night I heard moaning and someone walking up and down the hallway...I was terrified and wide awake (my husband however, slept soundly)...
The next morning...everything changed. Dwight turned out to be a wonderful host! He told us countless stories of his life and his job at Dundler Mifflin (where he is Regional Manager). He muttered a lot about someone named Jim. At one point, he broke down sobbing about someone named Angela (what's up with that?)...
Dwight showed us around the farm (beets!) and helped fill our gas tank from the tractor out front in the garage. He said next time we are over his way he'll give us a tour of his Office. Although it is likely that his employees there will be out of town when we visit...
He said he was sorry we didn't meet his brother Mose....he was having a bad week....we did see someone at the window when we left...
So in summary, we think it was fate that brought us to Schrute Farms on that dark night. We can't imagine what life would be like without having crossed paths with Dwight. So make your reservations right away before the word gets out and rooms are unavailable!
We loved our stay and even sent a "thank you" basket of goodies...I included my prized jello mold recipes...
I've included pics. One is of me and my husband sitting on a sheet covered bench in the Irrigation bedroom. Dwight was a great sport and dressed up to take the pic with us....he is in the middle! There is also a pic of Dwight on his front porch.
Schrute Farms will always have a place in our hearts....
