The breakfast was my idea

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.

This went on all day long as he was well-known and well-liked 
throughout his beat.
  
He was nearly at the last house when 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 lovemaking he had ever 
experienced.
  
The next morning, he 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 bill for?"
  
"Well," she said, "a couple of days ago, I told my husband that yesterday
would be your last day, and that we should do something special 
for you.  I asked him what to give you."

"He said, "Screw him, give him a dollar."  
The lady then said, "The breakfast was my idea."