The man in the woods

My friend took me out for drinks to celebrate my graduation from the psychology program. I hadn't seen her in ages, and I was really looking forward to catching up. We went downtown for a beer, and the conversation went smoothly as it tends to do when two friends haven't seen each other for a long time. Suddenly, a group of three older men asked nicely if they could sit at the table next to us. "Sure", we said, as they took their seats. "Are you on vacation?" one of the men asked. At first, we were a bit annoyed at their intrusion - they could clearly see that we were in deep conversation and didn't want to be interrupted. "Yeah, I am," my friend replied, trying to keep it short and sweet. But the men didn't take the hint. Out of the blue, one of them said: "Our friend here has lived in the woods for seven years. I think that's really cool." At this point, me and my friend looked at each other and expressed our skepticism. Are these drunken men making fun of us? But the man opened his…