hornchurchmale
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For all of us who are married, were married, wish you were married,wishyou weren't married, or glad you are not married, this is something tosmile about the next time you open a box of chocolates.
Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in NorthernArizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side oftheroad. As the trip was a long, quiet one, she stopped the car and askedthe Navajo woman if she would like a ride. With a silent nod ofthanks, the woman got into the car. Resuming the journey, Sally tried to makeabit of small talk but the Navajo woman just sat silently, lookingintently at everything she saw.
Eventually, she noticed a white bag on the seat next to Sally.
"What in bag?" asked the old woman.
Sally looked down at the white bag and said, "It's a box ofchocolates.I got it for my husband."
The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. Then speaking with quiet wisdom of an elder, she said: "Good trade!"
Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in NorthernArizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side oftheroad. As the trip was a long, quiet one, she stopped the car and askedthe Navajo woman if she would like a ride. With a silent nod ofthanks, the woman got into the car. Resuming the journey, Sally tried to makeabit of small talk but the Navajo woman just sat silently, lookingintently at everything she saw.
Eventually, she noticed a white bag on the seat next to Sally.
"What in bag?" asked the old woman.
Sally looked down at the white bag and said, "It's a box ofchocolates.I got it for my husband."
The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. Then speaking with quiet wisdom of an elder, she said: "Good trade!"