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.”