Dhean the mailman was finally retiring after 50 years on the job. On his very last route, the townspeople showered him with parting gifts.
The local librarian gave im a beautiful leather-bound collection of classic novels. Next, the liquor store owner handed him a rare bottle of 25-year-old single malt scotch. Dean was deeply touched by everyone’s kindness as he pulled up to his very last stop: the home of Mrs. Smith, a stunning young newlywed who had recently moved to the neighborhood.
When Dean knocked, Mrs. Smith opened the door wearing nothing but scandalous, see-through lingerie.
“Come on in, Dean,” she whispered seductively. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
She led him straight upstairs to the bedroom and proceeded to give him the most passionate, mind-blowing hour of his life. As a breathless Dean was getting dressed, Mrs. Smith walked over and slipped a single $1 bill into his shirt pocket.
Before he could say a word, she led him down to the kitchen and cooked him a magnificent gourmet lunch—steak, eggs, and all the trimmings.
Finishing his meal, Dean looked at her, completely bewildered. “Mrs. Smith, everyone in town has been incredibly generous today, but this… this is beyond anything I could have imagined. What on earth possessed you to do all this for me?”
Mrs. Smith smiled sweetly and replied, “Well, last night I asked my husband what we should do for the retiring mailman. He shrugged and said, ‘Screw him, give him a dollar.'”
She beamed with pride and added, “But the lunch was entirely my idea!”
