A Good Trade

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Sally was driving home in northern Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking beside the road.

She stopped the car and asked if the woman would like a ride.

With a silent nod the woman got in the car.

Sally tried in vain to make small talk with the Navajo woman.

The old woman looked intently at everything she saw, studting
every little detail until she noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally.

"What's in the bag" asked the old woman.

"It's a bottle of wine I got for my husband" replied Sally.

The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two.
Then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said,
"Good Trade."