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,
‘SCREW him. Give him a dollar.' The breakfast was my idea."
