I work at the post office. I hate working at the post office. Unfortunately, I have no marketable job skills. So I feel trapped. Right now, I am blinking in Morse Code, much like scared hostages do when they go on television. "Help", I am blinking. "Somebody save me from the post office." But this is the internet, and I have no webcam, so nobody can see me. And my knowledge of Morse Code is terrible. I'm probably blinking something like, "The chicken living in my trousers is on fire." Maybe someday  I can quit the post office. And then, maybe I can do something about that chicken.