It was Postman Pat's last day on the job after 35 years of > carrying the post 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 there, who all hugged and congratulated him and sent > him on his way with a gift cheque for $500. > > At the second house they presented him fine Cuban cigars in an > 18-carat gold box. The folks at the third house handed him a case of > 30-year old Scotch whisky. > > At the fourth house he was met at the door by a dumb blonde in > her lingerie. She took him by the arm 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 enough they went downstairs, where the > dumb blonde fixed him a giant breakfast: eggs, tomatoes, ham, sausage, > blueberry waffles, and freshly-squeezed orange juice. > > When he was truly satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming > coffee. As she was pouring, he noticed a $5 note sticking out from under > the > cup's bottom edge. "All this was just too wonderful for words," he > said,"but what's the five dollars for?" > "Well," said the dumb blonde, "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, "F**k him.. Give him five bucks" > > "The breakfast was my idea."
