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

blonde in a revealing negligee.



She took him by the hand, gently led him through the door (which she

closed behind him), 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, "Screw him - - - give him a dollar."

The blonde then blushed and said, "The breakfast was my idea."