Caught myself a genie, I did, all those years ago. You know the deal, three wishes, no wishing for more wishes. Poof, there he was, big purple-skinned guy with glowing red eyes.
“For my first wish, make me a successful writer!” I commanded.
“I’ll see what I can do,” he said.
“What?”
“Hey, writing is a tough market. Lots of competition. Maybe a Blogger account? I said I’ll see what I can do.”
“Well … okay. Next, grant me a beautiful wife!”
“Hmm. Tricky.”
“WHAT?”
“Well, you’re not much of a looker, mate. Bit out of shape. Not much of a conversationalist either. Help me out here, guy, take care of yourself, dress a little better.”
“What kind of genie are you?”
“Hey, I do magic, not miracles. Want something big, try praying. Hah. See if that helps. Otherwise, stop bitching and be grateful with what you can get. Now, last wish?”
“Are you kidding? I wish I’d never met you.”
“Done.”
And bam, that was it. So you see, this lamp once held a genie, so I couldn’t possibly let it go for less than a hundred. Seventy-five? Deal.
“For my first wish, make me a successful writer!” I commanded.
“I’ll see what I can do,” he said.
“What?”
“Hey, writing is a tough market. Lots of competition. Maybe a Blogger account? I said I’ll see what I can do.”
“Well … okay. Next, grant me a beautiful wife!”
“Hmm. Tricky.”
“WHAT?”
“Well, you’re not much of a looker, mate. Bit out of shape. Not much of a conversationalist either. Help me out here, guy, take care of yourself, dress a little better.”
“What kind of genie are you?”
“Hey, I do magic, not miracles. Want something big, try praying. Hah. See if that helps. Otherwise, stop bitching and be grateful with what you can get. Now, last wish?”
“Are you kidding? I wish I’d never met you.”
“Done.”
And bam, that was it. So you see, this lamp once held a genie, so I couldn’t possibly let it go for less than a hundred. Seventy-five? Deal.
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