Há vinhos de valor incalculável...
Afinal não é só a língua portuguesa que é muito traiçoeira...
Bob 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 man got into the car. Resuming the journey, Bob 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 Bob.
- "What's in the bag?" asked the old man.
Bob 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 thequiet wisdom of an elder, he said,
- "Good trade."