A sales person, who was heading towards home in northern Ontario, saw an Indian thumbing for a ride on the side of the street.
Since he knew the trip is going to be long and quiet, he stops his car and let the Indian gets in.
After a brief session of casual conversation, the Indian notices a dark colored bag on the front seat. “What’s in the bag?”, the Indian asks the driver.
The driver says, “It’s a bottle of wine for my wife.
The Indian stays silent for a while and then says, “Good trade.”