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 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."