Postman Pat's last day ...

[James]

 

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 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."

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