Wishing Again

Today I went to the wishing well. I tossed in my quarter.

The wishing well said, “It’s now ten dollars.”

I said, “What?!”

The wishing well said, “My business consultant said I need to raise my rates.”

I said I didn’t have ten dollars.

The wishing well was silent.

I said that I wished I had ten dollars.

The wishing well said, “Dude, come on.”