“I wish these damn lights would change,” I muttered. Looking in either direction there was nothing on the road save the regular circles of light thrown from the street lamps. The red glow cast over the dash changed to green and I was on the accelerator like a shot.
“Traditionally, you get two more wishes,” smiled my passenger.
I laughed. “So where do you know Rebbecca from, anyway?”
“I work for her now in the antique store.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that like?”
“It is… different. Have you decided on your second wish?”
I laughed again. “Sure, why not. I wish I had a million dollars.”
There was a popping sound and a heavy duffel bag dropped into my lap. I jumped, swerving the car and nearly hitting a billboard proclaiming ‘Bargains! Bargains! Bargains!’.
“And your third wish?”
“Shit,” I said. “I wish I’d realised you were a genie.”