As Bill grew old, physicians greatly restricted his activities, and it irked him enormously. A nurse had been hired to tend to his needs as he had now been confined to total bed rest.

"Nurse, I would like to do some reading," Bill said.

"Fine," the nurse replied, "What kind of reading would you like? A magazine, a book?"

"Well with the way the doctors have limited my activities," he replied, "Why don't you just bring me a postage stamp."