Postman Pats Last Day at Work

[Roland]

Postman Pats Last Day at Work

 

 

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, single malt at that!

 

At the fourth house he was met at the door by a dumb brunette 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 brunette 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 brunette , '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, 'expletive removed* him. Give him a fiver.'

 

She smiled shyly and said, 'The breakfast was my idea.'

 

[little sam]

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