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 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 six months or so of almost total isolation,
he's finishing dinner 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 six 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 six 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."