Mike was driving home from a long business trip 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 old man got into the car. Resuming the journey, Mike tried โ in vain โ 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 Mike. โWhat in bag?โ asked the old man. Mike looked down at the brown bag and said: โOh, itโs a bottle of wine. I got it for my wife. โThe Navajo man was silent for another moment or two. Then, speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, he said: โGood trade!โ