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Postman's Gift
It was the postman's last day on a route which he had served for years, and the people he had gotten to know, at first strangers but now friends, all came out to wish him well. One gave him a hand knitted sweater; a second a jar of cookies, and a third a bottle of fine wine. He had just delivered the final piece of mail and was about to leave when the woman of the house came running out, in such a hurry she was still wearing her long flannel robe. "Mr. Postman, Mr. Postman, come inside. I've made breakfast for you on your last day."
Thankful for a chance to rest before driving home, the postman followed her inside. There she plied him with an absolutely wonder meal - juice, pancakes, eggs, turkey sausage, muffins and more. When finally he finished he thanked say saying, "That was absolutely wonderful. I am really touched."
She smiled. "I have something else to give you," she said, pulling down the zipper on her robe which showed that underneath she was wearing - as you have guessed - nothing.
A hour later the exhausted postman propped himself up to a sitting position and said, "That was absolutely wonderful. No one has ever given me such a wonderful gift."
She kissed him on the forehead, bounced out of bed to the dresser, and got a crisp new dollar bill which she gave to him with a smile.
He was flabbergasted. "This is incredible. I don't understand it. Why?
"My boyfriend suggested it," she said sweetly.
Shock. "Your boyfriend?"
"Yes. I asked him, 'What should we give the postman for his last day.?' He said, 'Screw the postman. Give him a dollar." So I did. The breakfast was my own idea."
It was the postman's last day on a route which he had served for years, and the people he had gotten to know, at first strangers but now friends, all came out to wish him well. One gave him a hand knitted sweater; a second a jar of cookies, and a third a bottle of fine wine. He had just delivered the final piece of mail and was about to leave when the woman of the house came running out, in such a hurry she was still wearing her long flannel robe. "Mr. Postman, Mr. Postman, come inside. I've made breakfast for you on your last day."
Thankful for a chance to rest before driving home, the postman followed her inside. There she plied him with an absolutely wonder meal - juice, pancakes, eggs, turkey sausage, muffins and more. When finally he finished he thanked say saying, "That was absolutely wonderful. I am really touched."
She smiled. "I have something else to give you," she said, pulling down the zipper on her robe which showed that underneath she was wearing - as you have guessed - nothing.
A hour later the exhausted postman propped himself up to a sitting position and said, "That was absolutely wonderful. No one has ever given me such a wonderful gift."
She kissed him on the forehead, bounced out of bed to the dresser, and got a crisp new dollar bill which she gave to him with a smile.
He was flabbergasted. "This is incredible. I don't understand it. Why?
"My boyfriend suggested it," she said sweetly.
Shock. "Your boyfriend?"
"Yes. I asked him, 'What should we give the postman for his last day.?' He said, 'Screw the postman. Give him a dollar." So I did. The breakfast was my own idea."
Some of that isn't far from the truth, (Ex-Postal worker) 
