“Congratulations!  You’ve got the job!”  My new boss raises up from his seat and shakes my hand.  My feelings are mixed; I need the money to live, but I don’t want to spend decades shackled to an office.  “One more thing,” he says.  My eyebrow raises in curiosity.  He claps his hands and suddenly a…

A blast of wind ruffles my hair.  I’m desperately maneuvering my WW2 Spitfire through treacherous skies, getting blasted at by Grammar Nazis.  They’re all in Messerschmitt Bf 109s.  When I scream by them I shout, “YOU REALIZE THAT’S WHAT REAL NAZIS FLEW!”  Their faces twist in hate and they furiously reply, “IT’S JUST A COINCIDENCE,…

I’m forced onto my knees—hands bound behind me—before my boss’s desk.  All I can see is the back of his office chair.  He swivels slowly around, fingers tented in front of his evil, smirking face.  “Kent,” he says, “I’ve gotten wind that you’re not showing enough enthusiasm.  You refrain from office outings, family picnics, company…