Wished

I was walking down the beach when I came across a blue bottle. I could see an anxious genie inside the bottle. The genie was waving its arms at me. I figured if I took the lid off the bottle, the genie would come out and grant me three wishes.

The thing is, I’m terrible at making decisions. I was born with the disease of over-thinking. How annoying would it be for me to have to come up with three wishes?

I kept walking. I heard the ping of the genie’s little fists banging on glass of the bottle. I felt terrible. But it’s like what my rabbi is always telling me, “It’s understood that if you’re taken to dinner, you’re going to have to put out.”