Jake rubbed an old dusty lamp in his attic and, to his surprise, a genie appeared.
“Greetings, master,” the genie boomed in a boisterous voice:
“For releasing me from my eternal prison, I shall grant you three wishes. But heed my warning – whatever you wish for yourself, your wife shall receive tenfold!”
Jake’s mind raced with the possibilities.
A life of wealth? Adventure? But, he settled on this for his first wish:
“All right, for my first wish, I want to be the best golfer in the world.”
With a snap of the genie’s fingers, Jake could immediately feel the confidence and muscle memory of a PGA pro course through his arms and core.
“You now possess an unmatched golf swing and skills to crush any competition,” the genie proclaimed. “Except of course for your wife, whose prowess on the links will dwarf yours tenfold.”
A tinge of disappointment hit Jake as visions of his wife lording her vastly superior golfing talents danced in his head.
But he tried to shake it off – at least now they’d both be able to enjoy the sport at an elite level.
“For my second wish, I want to become the richest man on Earth!”
Jake saw dreams of luxury real estate, private jets, and Ferraris dancing through his mind.
Another snap of the fingers from the genie, and suddenly briefcases overflowing with cash materialized at Jake’s feet.
“You are now wealthier than kings and oil barons…yet merely a humble pauper compared to your wife’s vastly superior net worth.”
Jake’s jaw dropped as the reality sank in. His wife would be able to buy and sell him ten times over!
She’d relish in rubbing her ludicrous fortune in his face constantly.
As the genie warned that Jake had just one last wish, a flash of inspiration hit Jake square between the eyes.
A sly grin spread across his face.
“You know what?” Jake said, interrupting the genie:
“For my final wish, I would like…to experience a very mild heart attack.”
