stress he quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Alaska as
far from humanity as possible.
He 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, someone knocks on
his door. He opens it and a huge, bearded man is standing there
"Name's Cliff, your neighbor from forty miles up the road. Having a
Christmas party Friday night. Thought you might like to come at about
5:00
"Great", says Tom, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some
local folks Thank you
As Cliff is leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you. Be some
drinking'
"Not a problem" says Tom. "After 25 years in the business, I can
drink with the best of 'em
Again, the big man starts to leave and stops. "More 'n' likely gonna
be some fighting' too
"Well, I get along with people, I'll be all right. I'll be there.
Thanks again
"More'n likely be some wild sex, too,"
"Now that's really not a problem" says Tom, warming to the idea.
"I've been all alone for six months! I'll definitely be there. By the
way, what should I wear?"
"Don't much matter. Just gonna be the two of us