Joe has been in the computer business for 25 years and is finally sick of the stress. He quits his job and buys 500 acres of land in northern Maine as far from humanity as possible. Joe 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 Mainer standing there.

"Name's Enoch... your neighbor from four miles over the ridge... having a party Saturday... thought you'd like to come."

"Great!" says Joe, "After six months of this I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you."

As Enoch is leaving he stops, "Gotta warn you, there's gonna be some drinkin'."

"Not a problem... After 25 years in the computer business, I can drink with the best of 'em."

Again, as he starts to leave Enoch stops, "more 'n' likely gonna be some fightin' too."

"Damn", Joe 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 Joe, "remember I've been alone for six months! I'll definitely be there... by the way, what should I wear?"

Enoch stops in the door again and says, "Whatever you want, just gonna be the two of us."