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
"Name's Enoch. Your neighbor from four miles over the ridge. Havin'
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."
"Not a problem. After 25 years in the computer business, I can do
that with the best of them."
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
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
to the party?"
Enoch stops in the door again and says, "Whatever you want. It's just
gonna be the two of us."