pixiegirl
Cleopatra Jones
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's in the 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."
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 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."
