Sam has been in the computer business for 25 years and is finally sick
of the stress. He quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Vermont to
be as far from humanity as possible.
Sam sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month.
Otherwise, it's total peace and quiet.
After 6 months or so of almost total isolation, he's finishing dinner
one day when someone knocks on his door. He opens it and there is a
big, bearded Vermonter standing there.
"Name's Enoch... Your neighbor from four miles over the ridge...
Having a party Saturday... Thought you'd like to come."
"Great," says Sam, "after 6 months of this I'm ready to
meet some local folks. Thank you." As Enoch is leaving he stops,
"Gotta warn you there's gonna be some drinkin'."
"Not a problem... After 25 years in the computer business,
I can drink with the best of 'em."
Again, as he starts to leave Enoch stops. "More 'n' likely gonna be some
fightin' too." Damn, Sam thinks... Tough crowd. "Well, I get along
with people. I'll be there. Thanks again."
Once again Enoch turns from the door. "I've seen some
wild sex at these parties, too." "Now that's not a
problem" says Sam, "Remember I've been alone for 6 months! I'll
definitely be there... By the way, what should I wear?"
Enoch stops in the door again and says,
"Whatever you want, just gonna be the two of us." |
