Postman Pat's Last Day
It was Postman Pat's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the post
through all kinds of weather to the same neighbourhood.
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 gift cheque for £50.>
At the second house they presented him fine Cuban cigars in an 18-carat gold
box. The folks at the third house handed him a case of 30-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 he had had enough they went downstairs, where the dumb blonde fixed him
a giant breakfast: eggs, tomatoes, bacon, sausage, beans and freshly
squeezed orange juice.
When he was truly satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming coffee. As she
was pouring, he noticed a five-pound note sticking out from under the cup's
bottom edge.
"All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but what's the fiver
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 to give you.
He said, "F**k him.... Give him a fiver."
"The breakfast was my idea."
It was Postman Pat's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the post
through all kinds of weather to the same neighbourhood.
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 gift cheque for £50.>
At the second house they presented him fine Cuban cigars in an 18-carat gold
box. The folks at the third house handed him a case of 30-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 he had had enough they went downstairs, where the dumb blonde fixed him
a giant breakfast: eggs, tomatoes, bacon, sausage, beans and freshly
squeezed orange juice.
When he was truly satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming coffee. As she
was pouring, he noticed a five-pound note sticking out from under the cup's
bottom edge.
"All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but what's the fiver
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 to give you.
He said, "F**k him.... Give him a fiver."
"The breakfast was my idea."
