It was George'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, 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, 'Fuck him. Give
him a dollar.' The breakfast was my idea."
