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Bottle of Wine
Mike was driving home from one of his business trips in Northern 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 Navajo man if he would like a ride.
With a word or two of thanks, he got in the car. After resuming the journey and a bit of small talk, the Navajo man noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Mike.
"What's in the bag?" asked the old man.
Mike looked down at the brown bag and said, "It's a bottle of wine. Got it for my wife."
The Navajo man was silent for a moment, and then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder said, "Good trade."
Mike was driving home from one of his business trips in Northern 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 Navajo man if he would like a ride.
With a word or two of thanks, he got in the car. After resuming the journey and a bit of small talk, the Navajo man noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Mike.
"What's in the bag?" asked the old man.
Mike looked down at the brown bag and said, "It's a bottle of wine. Got it for my wife."
The Navajo man was silent for a moment, and then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder said, "Good trade."
