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 (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,
"Fuck him, and give him a dollar." The lady
then said, "The breakfast was my idea."