这厮给我讲了件事。
The mailman comes to a house on the day before Christmas. He's pushing mail
through the slot when the door opens. A woman is standing there. She says,
"Why don't you come in and have some coffee? It's cold out there."
"Well, sure, why not?" says the mailman. She's a very attractive woman. And
it is cold.
The woman sits the mailman down at the table and serves him not only coffee,
but a full breakfast: waffles, bacon, syrup, orange juice.
The mailman is baffled, but he doesn't object. The food is delicious. The
woman sits across from him, nursing a cup of coffee, smiling encouragingly.
The mailman finishes the meal and looks at the door. "Well, thanks, that was
wonderful," he says. "I'd better -"
"Do you want to come upstairs?" says the woman.
The mailman's eyes widen, but the woman just nods and raises her eyebrows to
reinforce the question.
So the mailman follows her to the bedroom. There they make slow, languorous
love. The woman is generous and affectionate, but afterwards, when the
mailman is stroking her hair, and readying a thousand questions, she says
pertly, "Time to go."
The mailman bites his tongue, not wanting to question a good thing. He
dresses and heads downstairs.
At the door, the woman stops him. "One last thing, I almost forgot." She
fishes in her purse and pulls out a dollar bill, and hands it to him.
This is the straw that breaks the camel's back. "Listen lady," says the
mailman. "First you give me breakfast. It was wonderful, I'm not complaining
. Then we make love. It was fantastic. I don't understand, but it was
fantastic. Now you're giving me a dollar. What's the game? I need an
explanation."
"Well, it's almost Christmas," says the woman.
"Yeah?"
"This morning I reminded my husband that we should do something for the
mailman. My husband said, 'Fuck him, give him a dollar.' "
"What about breakfast?" says the mailman.
"Oh, breakfast was my idea," says the woman brightly.