THE BOTTLE OF WINE

For all of you who are married, were married, wish you were married or wish you 
were not married, this is something to smile about the next time you see a 
bottle of wine:

Fred 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 silent nod of thanks, the Indian got into the car.

Resuming the journey, Fred tried - in vain - to make a bit of small talk with 
the Navajo man.  The old man just sat silently, looking intently at
everything he saw, studying every little detail, until he noticed a brown bag on 
the seat next to Fred.

"What in bag?" asked the old man.

Fred looked down at the brown bag and said:  "It's a bottle of wine.  I got it 
for my wife."

The Navajo man was silent for another moment or two.  Then, speaking with the 
quiet wisdom of an elder, he said:

"Good trade . . .."