If you’ve heard the story once, you’ve probably heard it a thousand times. Guy goes down to thrift store, buys an old lamp, sometimes he thinks it’s a teapot, doesn’t matter. In any case he buys it and takes it home. Once home he decides it looks a little grungy so he starts to clean it up. Next thing you know, there’s a genie coming out of the lamp, or the gravy boat or whatever it actually is.
“You have released the Genie of the lamp! You are now entitled to a wish!”
“A wish? I thought it was three wishes.”
“Hey, times are tough. We had to cut back. You’re lucky we didn’t outsource everything back to India.”
“Okay, one wish.”
“And no wishing for more wishes, or…”
“Got it. I did my college thesis on Arabian Nights.”
“I read it. Pitiful! That’s why I thought you’d need the whole explanation.”
“Just what I need, a Genie who’s a critic.”
“I was adjunct faculty in literature for three thousand years. Old habits die hard.”
“So your wish?”
“Hmmm. Give me a minute.”
“Take your time. It’s good to get out of the lamp and stretch my legs.”
“You don’t have legs.”
“Talk about critics.”
“Okay I’m ready. Here’s my wish. I wish I was satisfied.”
“Sounds like you’re wishing for more wishes.”
“No, I don’t want everything to go my way or have everything that I ever dreamed of. I just want to realize what I have is what I’ve always wanted.”
The genie thought for a minute, then snapped his fingers. “Done!” he said, and disappeared.
At the same moment the front door opened and my wife walked in with the kids.
“Daddy!” my daughter cried and gave me a hug. My son, being a teenager, offered a fist bump.
“And how are you?” my wife asked as she leaned over our daughter to kiss me.
“Satisfied,” I replied.