Friday’s Finale: The Old Postal Worker
So it was George’s last day on the job as a postman, after nearly 40 years of delivering mail through all kinds of weather to the same neighborhood.
When he arrived at the first house on his route, George was greeted by the whole family that lived there. They congratulated him and sent him on his merry way with a gift envelope that had a crisp $100 Dollar bill inside.
At the second house, the owners — an elderly couple — handed him with a box of fine Cuban cigars.
The folks at the third house, knowing he was an avid fisherman, handed him a selection of new fishing lures.
At the fourth house, George was met at the door by a drop-dead gorgeous woman in a revealing negligee. She took him by the hand… welcomed him inside… closed the door behind them, and then led him up the stairs to her bedroom, where she blew his mind with the most passionate love-making he had ever experienced.
When he had enough, they went downstairs, where she then fixed him a home-made old-fashioned breakfast: eggs… roasted potatoes… ham… sausage… toast with fresh butter… blueberry waffles, and fresh-squeezed orange juice.
After devouring his meal, the woman then poured George a huge cup of fresh piping hot coffee.
As she was pouring, he noticed a dollar bill sticking out from under the cup’s bottom edge. “This is for you”, the woman said to George.
“I can’t believe this. This was absolutely incredible,” he said, “but what’s the dollar for?”
“Well,” she said, “last night, I told my husband today was your last day, and that we should do something special for you. So I asked him what to give you.
He said, “Screw him –give him a dollar.”
“The breakfast was my own idea.”
Now go sell something, Craig
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