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 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 
 breakfast  .. that was my idea."

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