It was a fine morning, and it was Sal--the mailman's--last day on the job. He had faithfully delivered the mail, to the same neighborhood, day in and day out, through all kinds of weather, for the past 35 years. Today, everyone wanted to show their appreciation, to honor Sal and wish him a wonderful and well-deserved retirement.

When he arrived at the first house on his appointed route, he was greeted by the whole family, who congratulated him and sent him on his way with a large envelope. It was a surprise, they said, not to be opened until he got home.

At the second house, he was presented with a box of fine Cuban cigars.

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

At the fourth house he was welcomed at the door by a strikingly beautiful woman, dressed in a very revealing negligee. She took him by the hand, gently led him through the door, closed it behind him, and urged him up the stairs to the bedroom where she proceeded to blow his mind with the most passionate sex he had ever experienced. When they were both satiated, they showered and met downstairs, where the woman, more gorgeous than ever, fixed him a giant breakfast of eggs, potatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles and fresh-squeezed orange juice. When he was truly satisfied, she poured him a cup of steaming hot coffee. As she was serving the coffee, Sal noticed a dollar bill sticking out from under the cup's bottom edge.

"All this was just too wonderful for words," Sal complemented and then asked, "but what's the dollar for?"

"Well," answered the beautiful woman, "last night, I told my husband that today would be your last day, and that we should do something special for you. When I asked him what we should give you, he said, 'Screw him. Give him a dollar.'" She turned to face Sal, smiled, winked and continued, "The breakfast was my idea."

My Mother told me this joke.
I still love it.

That's a great joke!