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 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 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.'