Zeke the postman was on his last day of work before retirement. He stopped by the Miller's and was putting mail in the mailbox on the front of the house, when Mrs. Miller took his hand and invited him in the house.
She fed him a lavish breakfast and afterward, took his hand once again and led him up the stairs and into the master bedroom. She took her clothes off and then unzipped his fly and he helped with the rest of his garments, eagerly awaiting what was one of the best days of his life on the job. She then placed a dollar in his hand.
After, they were putting their clothes on and he quietly remarked, "That was awesome. But, why....?"
I told my husband your last day with the post office was today and wondered what we should do in honor of it. He said...and I quote, "Fuck him. Give him a dollar. Breakfast was my idea."