the postmans last day

[briggie]

> It was the postmans last day on the job, after 35 years of carrying the mail
> through all kinds of weather, to the same neighbourhood.
>
> When he arrived at the first house on his route, he was greeted by the whole
> family, who congratulated him and sent him on his way with a big gift
> certificate envelope.
>
> At the second house they presented him with a box of fine imported cigars.
>
> The folks at the third house handed him a selection of terrific fishing
> lures.
>
> At each of the houses along his route, he was met with congratulations,
> farewells, cards, and gifts of all types and values.
>
> At the final house he was met at the door by a strikingly beautiful young
> blonde 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 they had a
> most passionate liaison.
>
> Afterwards, 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 fiver sticking out from under the
> cup's bottom edge.
>
> 'All this was just too wonderful for words,' he said, but what's the fiver
> 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 fiver"
>
> She then blushed and added, 'But the breakfast was my idea!'