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