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 here, 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
strikinglybeautiful woman in a revealing negligee. She took him
by the hand,
gently ledhim up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew his
mind with the most
passionate love he hadever 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 breakfast
was my idea."