The Mailman's Last Day
It was Postman John's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the mail through all kinds of weather to the same neighbourhood. When he arrived at the first house on his route, he was greeted by the whole family there, who all hugged and congratulated him and sent him on his way with a gift cheque for $500.
At the second house they presented him fine Cuban cigars in an 18-carat gold box.
The folks at the third house handed him a case of 30-year old Scotch whisky.
At the fourth house he was met at the door by a beautiful blonde in her lingerie. She took him by the arm 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 the beautiful blonde fixed him a giant breakfast: eggs, tomatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles and freshly-squeezed orange juice. When he was truly satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming coffee. As she was pouring, he noticed a $5 bill sticking out from under the cup's bottom edge. "All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but what's the five dollars for?"
Well," said this lovely blonde, "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 five bucks." She smiled shyly and said, "The breakfast was my idea."
