The botlle of wine

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 woman walking 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.
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 woman walking 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.