Tom had worked in Banks for 40 years.
Finally sick of the stress, he quit 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 his 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 Ron, 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 of the local folks, thank you.'
As Ron is leaving, he stops.
'Gotta warn you, be some drinking.'
'Not a problem' says Tom. 'After 40 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, ‘ 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.'
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