This one's for you

This is for the guy who thought there should be more girls at the Eiffel Tower.

Aaron was walking down the highway, kicking cans and rocks and everything else that came into his path. He hadn’t start out walking. He had been driving from here to there because he had lost his job here and his cousin told him about openings at the factory there. Then the car broke down and left him stranded in the middle of Podunk County.

It wasn’t like he had much of a job here anyway. He was always short on money no matter how hard he tried to save. Take that crappy car, for instance. He had bought the cheapest used car he could find that would still run, but it didn’t run very long before he was shelling out more money to get this and that fixed every couple of weeks.

“I’m glad to be out of that town and shut of that stupid car,” he declared to himself, giving a roadside object a particularly vicious kick. Unfortunately, the object was half buried in the ground and Aaron’s kick practically broke his toe. He hopped around on one foot, holding the other in both hands, cursing his fate and the idiot that had put such a dangerous object in his way.

When the pain subsided, Aaron dug at the offensive object with his hands, determined to unearth it and heave it into the next county. “What the heck are you?” he queried, holding it up to the sunlight. Beneath the grime, he could see glimpses of sparkle and shimmer.

“Maybe you’re not so bad after all”, Aaron mused, rubbing at the thing with his shirttail. “Maybe you’re worth something and I can pawn you at the next town and get that stupid car fixed. Maybe you’ll be worth enough to buy a new car!” Yes, Aaron was a bit of a dreamer.

Suddenly, a large pouf of dust or smoke arose from the object, causing Aaron to drop it. Sneezing and coughing, he stood rubbing his eyes and cursing it again. When the dust cleared, Aaron saw a strange looking man standing in front of him. His skin was pale blue and his arms bulged muscles like Aaron had never seen before. He wore tight trousers, a colorfully embroidered vest, and a turban on top of his head. There was a large red jewel in the center of the turban.

Aaron, stepped back, still rubbing his eyes, “What the he…?”

“Do not be afraid, young master. I have been locked in that odious object for twenty years. Thank you for letting me out.”

“What the he…?”

“I am a genie. Yes, a real genie!” the strange one said impatiently as if he knew what question was on the tip of Aaron’s tongue. “You get the three requisite wishes. I’m obliged by union rules to tell you to use this gift wisely, yadda yadda yadda.”

Aaron, the dreamer, didn’t hesitate. He knew exactly what his first wish would be. “I want a shiny red convertible full of gorgeous girls.” “Cheerleader types!” he added enthusiastically.

“Uhh, that’s two wishes.” the genie warned. “I told you to use them carefully, but it’s too late now.”

Poof! In front of Aaron appeared a big red convertible filled with gorgeous bikini-clad girls.

“Do you like the bathing suits?” the genie asked. (He had been in that lamp for twenty years and he’d been doing some dreaming of his own.)

Aaron just nodded his head. He was too busy gawking to speak or even say thank you. There were skinny girls, big busted girls, red heads, brunettes, blondes in three different shades, short girls, tall girls, girls from around the globe. A dozen girls in all. All squealing and giggling and fawning over Aaron.

“Ok, Ok,” Genie said. “Haven’t you ever seen a girl before? What about the third wish? Do you know what you want yet?

“Do I have to use it right now? Can it wait till later? I want to think about it awhile?”

“You have three days to use it or lose it,” Genie advised. “All you have to do is say ‘I wish’ and then tell me what you wish for. But be carefully this time. You only get one more wish.” Then he disappeared in another pouf of smoke.

Aaron clambered into the driver’s seat. There were gorgeous girls everywhere he looked. He set the rearview mirrors so all he could see were girls and more girls. They drove about fifteen miles and came to the interstate. Aaron turned southwest and headed for the ocean, about 5 states away.

He and his bevy of gorgeous girls tooled happily down the highway. Truckers honked at them. High school boys gawked. When their wives weren’t looking, married men gave him the thumbs up sign.

After a while, one of the blondes whined, “I’m bored, sweetie. Can I turn on the radio?”

“Sure thing, baby,” Aaron replied. “Turn on some music. Something with a beat so you girls can dance.”

“Oh, Aaron! You’re so funny! Dancing in the car!” the red head squealed as bleach-blondie twiddled with the radio dials.

“Here we go,” she giggled. “I can dance to that. Everybody sing along and shake your things.”

Aaron giggled a little himself and began to sing along to the radio, “Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Mayer wiener………”