Smile of the Day

Life is getting much too serious, yes? Who doesn't need a daily smile?

Saturday, September 20

Long way from nowhere

Sick of foreclosures, sick of the stock market, sick of humanity generally, Tom sold every last thing he still owned and bought 50 acres of deep wilderness land in Alaska, at the very end of a gravel road as far from any settled areas as he could get. Once a month a delivery person drops off the milk and a few other odd groceries, along with his mail. Otherwise it is total peace and quiet.

After six months of this, someone knocks on his door. Tom opens it, and a huge, bearded man is standing there. "Name's Lars," the man says shortly, "neighbour from up the road. Having a Thanksgiving party Friday night, thought you might like to come."

Now after six months of near total isolation, Tom is all ready to meet some local folks. "Thanks," he says, "I will be there."

"Gotta warn you, there'll be some drinkin'."

"Not a problem."

"More 'n likely some fightin', too."

"I get along with people, I'll be all right. Thanks again."

"More'n likely some wild sex, too."

"Now that is really not a problem," says Tom, smiling. "I have been all alone for six months! I will 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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