SamScribble
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It was the postman’s last day. After 35 years delivering letters and parcels in all kinds of weather, he was going to retire.
When he arrived at the first house on his route, he was greeted by the whole family who hugged him and thanked him and sent him on his way with a cheque for £50.
At the second house, he was presented with a gold watch.
The folks at the third house wished him well and gave him a bottle of 15-year old single malt Scotch whisky to kick start his retirement.
At the fourth house he was met at the door by a blonde in her nightgown who led him up the stairs to the bedroom where they had the most fantastic sex. Afterwards she made him breakfast – bacon, eggs, sausages, and freshly-squeezed orange juice, followed by a cappuccino. ‘Oh, and this,’ the blond said, and she handed the postman a crisp five pound note.
The postman was delighted but confused. ‘This has all been wonderful,’ he said. ‘But why the fiver?’
‘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. And he said “Oh, fuck him. Give him a fiver.” Mind you, the breakfast was my idea.’
When he arrived at the first house on his route, he was greeted by the whole family who hugged him and thanked him and sent him on his way with a cheque for £50.
At the second house, he was presented with a gold watch.
The folks at the third house wished him well and gave him a bottle of 15-year old single malt Scotch whisky to kick start his retirement.
At the fourth house he was met at the door by a blonde in her nightgown who led him up the stairs to the bedroom where they had the most fantastic sex. Afterwards she made him breakfast – bacon, eggs, sausages, and freshly-squeezed orange juice, followed by a cappuccino. ‘Oh, and this,’ the blond said, and she handed the postman a crisp five pound note.
The postman was delighted but confused. ‘This has all been wonderful,’ he said. ‘But why the fiver?’
‘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. And he said “Oh, fuck him. Give him a fiver.” Mind you, the breakfast was my idea.’
