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 who 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 lines. At the fourth house, he
was met at the door by a striking beautiful blonde woman
in a revealing negligee. She took him by the hand, gently
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 enough, they went down stairs and she fixed
him a giant breakfast: eggs, potatoes, ham sausages, blueberry
and 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 cups
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 was my idea."
I have too much wisdom to keep to myself,
so I share my wisdom with everyone.
Not my fault nobody listens to me.