Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in New Orleans, passing through Cajun country. She saw an elderly Cajun woman walking on the side of the road.
As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the Cajun 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 Cajun 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 Cajun woman was silent for another moment or two. Then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said: