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A Valentine's Day story...

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Art SC

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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 Sally.

"What's in the 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."
 
I was driving to school the other day and picked up a hitchiker. It was starting to snow and even tho he was ragged and kind of hippy looking, I thought it was the right thing to do. Well I tried to make small talk and he had nothing to say. he was acting strange and kept looking down at a bag he had put on the floor. I became suspicious. I didn't want to get pulled over with a bunch of handguns, drugs or even a bomb in my car. I asked him what was in his bag. He clenched it tighter with his feet and said "None of your damn business" I said listen man I don't want to be pulled over and busted for anything you have in your bag. I said either tell me you're cool or take a hike. I replied what's in the bag. he said "NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS"
Infuriated for trying to help someone out and being treated this way, I pulled the car onto the shoulder and told him to get the heck out. He jumped out and slammed the door. I pealed out, and in a bad mood I sped on down the road. I gazed to my right to look in the side mirror and noticed his bag tucked up tight against the passenger seat.
 
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