The Mailman's Last Day

It was the mailman's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the mail
through all kinds of weather to the same neighborhood.

When he arrived at the first house on his route he was greeted by the whole
family there, who congratulated him and sent him on his way with a big gift
envelope.

At the second house they presented him with a box of fine cigars.

The folks at the third house handed him a selection of terrific fishing lures.

At the fourth house he was met at the door by a strikingly beautiful woman in
a revealing negligee.

She took him by the hand, gently led him through the door, and led him up the
stairs to the bedroom where she blew his mind with the most passionate love he
had ever experienced.

When he had had enough they went downstairs, where she fixed him a giant
breakfast, eggs, potatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles, and fresh squeezed
orange juice.

When he was truly satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming coffee.

As she was pouring, he noticed a dollar bill sticking out from under the cup's
bottom edge. "All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but what's
the dollar for?"

"Well," she said, "last night, I told my husband that today would be your last
day, and that we should do something special for you. I asked him what to give
you."

He said, "FUCK HIM, give him a dollar."

The lady then said, "The breakfast was my idea."