[2873] in Humor
A Party
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Brian T Sniffen)
Thu Jul 8 18:34:00 1999
To: humor@MIT.EDU
From: Brian T Sniffen <brians@MIT.EDU>
Date: 08 Jul 1999 18:23:34 -0400
Sam sees the postman once a week, and gets groceries once a month.
Otherwise, it's total peace and quiet. After 6 months or so of almost
total
isolation, he's finishing dinner one day when someone knocks on his
door.
He opens it and there is a big, bearded Mississippian 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 Sam, "after 6 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, 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 6
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."
