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Sam had been in business for 25 years and is finally sick of the stress. He quits his job
and buys 50 acres in B.C. 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 there is a big,
bearded man standing there.
"Name's Lars ...Your
neighbor from forty miles away.... Having a Xmas party Friday ... Thought you might like
to come. About 5..."
"Great," says
Sam, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you."
As Lars is leaving, he
stops. "Gotta warn you...There's gonna be some drinkin'."
"Not a problem...
after 25 years in business, I can drink with the best of em."
Again, as he starts to
leave, Lars stops. "More'n likely gonna be some fightin' too."
Sam says, "Well, I
get along with people. I'll be there. Â
Thanks again."
Once again Lars turns
from the door. "I've seen some wild sex at these parties, too."
"Now that's really
not a problem," says Sam. "I've been all alone for six months! I'll definitely
be there. By the way, what should I bring?"
Lars stops in the door
again and says, "Whatever you want, just gonna be the two of us".Â
