It was the postmans last day before retirement. As he made his last delivery to one of the homes on his route a shaply young female appeared. "It's your last day for delivering mail so why don't you come on in and have a nice lunch?" she inquired. He tried to decline but she insisted, and to his surprise she had a table spread out with all sorts of foods and drinks. After an hour of eating he gave a slight sigh to which the young female asked, "Why don't you come upstairs for dessert?" Again the postman tried to resist, and again she insisted, so he went upstairs and had "dessert" for over an hour. Now the postman was really greatful, smiling and wondering why he didn't retire more often. As he put on hls cloths the young woman kissed him on the forhead and tucked a dollar in his shirt.

Now he was really surprised and said "I enjoyed the lunch and I reallllyyy enjoyed dessert, but I don't understand the dollar." "Oh", she replied as she was slipping on her underwear, I told my husband last night that it was the mailman's last day - he said "Screw the mailman and give him a dollar", but the lunch was my idea.