shortysporty05
16th February 2007, 02:44
For all of us who are married, were married, wish you were married or
wish
you weren't married, this is something to smile about the next time
you
see a
bottle of wine:
Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern
Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo womanwalking on the side of the road.
As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the
Navajo woman if she would like a ride.
With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car.
Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small talk
with the Navajo woman. The old woman just sat silently, looking intently at
everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a
brown bag on the seat next to Sally.
"What in bag?" asked the old woman.
Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, "It's a bottle of wine. I
got it for my husband."
The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. Then speaking
with
the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said: "Good trade....."
wish
you weren't married, this is something to smile about the next time
you
see a
bottle of wine:
Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern
Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo womanwalking on the side of the road.
As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the
Navajo woman if she would like a ride.
With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car.
Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small talk
with the Navajo woman. The old woman just sat silently, looking intently at
everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a
brown bag on the seat next to Sally.
"What in bag?" asked the old woman.
Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, "It's a bottle of wine. I
got it for my husband."
The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. Then speaking
with
the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said: "Good trade....."