Lucky Mailman
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, "Screw him, give him a dollar."
The lady then said, "The breakfast was my idea."
