The mailman

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 there, who roundly and soundly congratulated him and
sent him on his way with a tidy 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 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 breakfast was my idea."