A Mailman's Last Day 
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 a strikingly beautiful woman in a revealing negligee met 
him at the door.  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 10 dollars bill
 sticking out from under the cup's bottom. "All this was just too
wonderful for words..." he said, "but what's the 10 dollars for?"
 
 "Well..." she said, "last night, I told my husband that today would be
the mailman's last day, and that we should do something special for the mailman. 
I asked him what to give you. 

He said, 'Fuck him! Give him 10 dollars!!'. The breakfast was my idea."