Friday, September 23, 2016



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

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

'What in  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.....'

Thanks Dick!


Diogenes Sarcastica™ said...

You're right,Odie. I love it! :)

Adrienne said...

Good trade, indeed!

Woodsterman (Odie) said...

DS, this one's for you, Kid!

Woodsterman (Odie) said...

Adrienne, I can take your slings and arrows.

GruntOfMonteCristo said...

Don't listen to those harpies, Odie. You'd be worth a decent bottle of scotch, at least, in trade.

Sandee said...

Bwahahahahahahahaha. Yep, that is a good trade.

Have a fabulous day Odie. ☺

edutcher said...

Sometimes it's the husband that got the good trade.

Brig said...

LOL, no...

Woodsterman (Odie) said...

Grunt, it's always our goal to convince the right woman.

Woodsterman (Odie) said...

Sandee, I'm tellin'.

Woodsterman (Odie) said...

edutcher, could be.

Woodsterman (Odie) said...

Brig, you can get good wine anywhere, huh.

Race Bannon said...

When I was cop in AZ while I was on patrol with a ride-along, I arrested an Indian woman. I transported her to the neighboring city where her warrant was from, and was turning her over to the other officer. As she turned, her long hair swung across the front of my uniform and my pen got tangled in her hair. We all saw it, and the other officer took off my cuffs, and put his on. He handed me my cuffs and said, "You can keep these," and I replied, "you can keep the pen." My ride-along, who was still seated in the patrol car yelled out the window, "Good trade."

True story...

Woodsterman (Odie) said...

Race, yup good trade.