Bottle of Wine, 30 DAYS, Translated Golf

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230709Bottle 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
Sally.

“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…”

30 DAYS

“What’s the matter, you look depressed.”

“I’m having trouble with my wife.”

“What happened?”

“She said she wasn’t going to speak to me for 30 days.”

“But that ought to make you happy.”

“It did, but today is the last day.”

Translated Golf

An American was golfing at the Old Course in St. Andrews, Scotland. He slices his opening drive out of bounds onto the beach, so he tees another one up and smacks it right down the middle.

The golfer turns to his old Scottish caddy and tells him that in America that is called a “Mulligan” and asks him if there is a name for it in Scotland.

The caddy replies, “AYE, we call it a three.”

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