A BOTTLE OF WINE
Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 3:30 pm
A BOTTLE OF WINE
I was just leaving Flagstaff when I saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road.
As the trip was a long and quiet one, I 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. I asked and she told me she was going to Gun Barrel City. I resumed the journey and 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 me.
"What in bag?" asked the old woman.
I 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."
I was just leaving Flagstaff when I saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road.
As the trip was a long and quiet one, I 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. I asked and she told me she was going to Gun Barrel City. I resumed the journey and 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 me.
"What in bag?" asked the old woman.
I 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."