Sam had been in the hectic newspaper
business for twenty-five
years when he decided that he was sick of the
stress and quit his job. He bought 50 acres of land in
the middle of Nowhere, Vermont. His place was so isolated that the
postman came only once a week and he went to the grocery store only once a
month.
After six months of near total isolation, he hears a knock on the door. He opens the door and a big
bearded Vermonter is
standing there. He says, "Names Enoch. . .your
neighbor from four miles over the ridge. Having a
party Saturday, thought you'd like to come."
"Great," replies Sam.
"After six months of living like this I'm ready to meet
some local folks. Thanks 4 inviting me."
As Enoch is leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you,
though, there's gonna be some drinkin'." "Not a
problem. After 25 years in the newspaper business, I can drink with the best of them."
Again, as he starts to leave, Enoch stops. "More
'n likely gonna be some fightin', too." Tough
crowd, Sam thinks to himself. "Well, I get along with people. Don't worry, 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 is
not a problem," Sam says. "I've been up here
all alone for six long months. I'll definitely be
there.
By the way, what should I wear?"
Enoch stops in the
doorway one last time and says. . . "Whatever you want. Just gonna be the 2 of us there."!