Hank 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, Hank 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 Hank.
'What in bag?' asked the old man.
Hank 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 the quiet wisdom of an elder, he said:
An old Pilot sat down in Starbucks and ordered a cup of coffee.
As he sat sipping his coffee, a young woman sat down next to him.
She turned to the pilot and asked, "Are you a real pilot?"
He replied, "Well, I've spent my whole life flying biplanes, Cubs, Aeroncas, Neiuports, flew in WWII in a B-29, and later in the Korean conflict, taught 50 people to fly and gave rides to hundreds, so I guess I am a pilot - what about you?"
She said, "I am a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about naked women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about naked women. When I shower, I think about naked women. When I watch TV, I think about naked women. It seems everything makes me think of naked women."
The two sat sipping in silence.
A little while later, a young man sat down on the other side of the old pilot and asked, "Are you a real pilot?"
He replied, "I always thought I was, but I just found out I am a lesbian."