It was George 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,
who roundly and soundly congratulated him and sent him on his way with a
nice gift envelope.
At the second house they presented him with a box of cigars.
The folks at the third house gave him a selection of fishing lures.
At the fourth house, he was met at the door by a strikingly beautiful blond
woman in a revealing negligee. She took him by the hand, led him through
the door and upstairs to the bedroom where she blew his mind with the most
passionate love he had ever experienced. When he 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 breakfast was my
idea."
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