Mailman...

The Loony Bin ( loonies@bloodaxe.demon.co.uk )
Thu, 29 Aug 1996 13:45:54 +0100


Hiya People...

Here's some advice on what to give the retiring mail/postman...

Wishes & Dreams...

- ANDREA
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  ------- Forwarded foolishness follows -------


The 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 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, 'F*** him. Give him a dollar.'"

"The breakfast was my idea."