I really shouldn't
Feb. 10th, 2006 03:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sestreeSally 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's in the bag?" asked the old Navajo 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"
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's in the bag?" asked the old Navajo 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"
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Date: 2006-02-10 09:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-11 12:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-11 11:47 am (UTC)I couldn't get a whole bottle of wine for you
**ducking**