Postman Pat's Last Day:
It was Postman Pat's last day on the job after 35 years of
carrying the
mail through all kinds of weather to the same villages and
towns.
When he arrived at the first house on his route, he was greeted
by the
whole family there, who all hugged and congratulated him and
sent him on
his way with a cheque for £50.
At the second house they presented him an 18-carat gold watch.
The folks at the third house handed him a bottle of 15-year old
Scotch
whisky.
At the fourth house he was met at the door by a dumb blonde in
her
lingerie. She took him by the arm and led him up the stairs to
the
bedroom where she blew his mind with the most passionate love
he had
ever experienced. When they went downstairs, the blonde fixed
him a full
English breakfast: Bacon, Eggs, Sausage & Tomato with freshly
squeezed
orange juice. As she was pouring him a cup of steaming coffee,
he
noticed a £5 note sticking out from under the cup.
'All this was just too wonderful for words,' he said, 'but
what's the
five quid for?'
'Well,' said the dumb blonde, '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 I should give you'.
He said, 'F**k him. Give him a fiver.'
She smiled shyly and said, 'The breakfast was my idea.'
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