Mail carriers and delivery drivers are historically underappreciated. In our current challenging times, these hardworking people are receiving more of the respect they deserve, but they do still get taken for granted. Even if we’re good-intentioned people, it’s easy to forget that these things don’t just magically happen on their own. For example, I had the same mailman for more than 15 years. Then one day, I saw a lady delivering my mail. I thought nothing of it and assumed that my mail delivery guy was on vacation or sick. However, a week or so later, I saw the lady again. My mailbox is away from my house at the end of my driveway, so I would go weeks and months without actually laying eyes on the mail carrier. But seeing her twice in the same month made me wonder. So the next day, I caught up with her and asked her where Henry was. She told me that he had retired a month ago. It made me sad that he was gone, and it made me sad that I didn’t appreciate him more. I asked her to give him my regards if she ever saw him. However, I’d not have gone quite as far as the lady in the joke below went. Enjoy!
It was the mailman’s last day on the job after 35 years of 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 congratulated him and sent him on his way with a big 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.” My husband said, “Screw him, give him a dollar.”
The lady then said, “The breakfast was my idea.”
