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
freshly-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 lady smiled and said,
"The breakfast was my idea."