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 Scotland 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
Scot standing there.
“Names 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, “Have warn you there’s
gonna be some drinking.” “Not a problem…after 25 years in them computer
business, I can do that with the best of them.”

Again, as he starts to leave Enoch stops. “More than likely be some
fighting, 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 to the party?”
Enoch stops in the door again and says “Whatever you want, it’s just going
be the two of us.”