carrying the mail through all kinds of weather to the same
        neighborhood.  When he arrived at the first house on his route
        he was greeted by the whole family there, who roundly and
        soundly congratulated him and sent him on his way with a tidy
        gift envelope.

        At the second house they presented him with a box of fine cigars.

        The folks at the third house handed him a selection of terrific
        fishing lures.

        At the fourth house he was met at the door by a strikingly
        beautiful woman in a revealing negligee.  She took him by the
        hand, gently led him through the door (which she closed behind
        him), and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew
        his mind with the most passionate love he had ever experienced.

        When he had had enough they went downstairs, where she fixed him a
        giant breakfast: eggs, potatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles,
        and fresh-squeezed orange juice.  When he was truly satisfied
        she poured him a cup of steaming coffee.  As she was pouring, he
        noticed a dollar bill sticking out from under the cup's bottom
        edge.

        "All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but
        what's the dollar for?"

        "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.  I asked him what to give you.  He said, 'F*ck him.  Give
        him a dollar.'  The breakfast was my idea."