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THE RELUCTANT GENIE
By Persephone
© 12/15/2010
My best buddy, Lee, joined the Army right out of high school. I opted to
further my education so I went to college. Well, community college
anyway. A four year school was a bit beyond my folks means and at the
time I didn't even have any means at all. Lee tried to get me to join the
Army with him to take advantage of all the educational benefits. I told
him that a free education wasn't worth a whole lot if you were killed in
Iraq or Afghanistan. There just weren't a lot of openings for well
educated corpses. He felt that the odds were in his favor and that his
recruiter told him that he probably wouldn't go over there anyway.
Yeah, well, not so much. He went through Army basic and then school for
supply. When he graduated from supply school, guess what his first PCS
assignment was? Yep, Afghanistan. Ever the optimist, Lee told me that the
instructors in supply school told him that because he was in supply, he
would be in some big warehouse on a well protected main base and wouldn't
have to worry about seeing much enemy action. Yeah, well, not so much on
that count either. Remember, he believed his recruiter too.
Oh, he's in supply alright, and he has seen some of the big warehouses on
well protected bases but only when he is picking up supplies in his five
ton truck so he can transport them to dinky outposts all over the
country. Can you say IED, RPG, roadside bombs? But I digress.
The point I was trying to get to before I started to ramble was that
while Lee was on leave before shipping out he asked if I wanted anything
from Afghanistan. I told him that if he ran into one of those genies in a
bottle to send him to me so I could make some wishes.
Lee laughed and said, "I'll do that if I find one but genies in bottles
and magic carpets and all that crap are from Persia. You know, like Iran,
not Afghanistan so don't get your hopes up," and he laughed again.
So anyway, I went to the airport with Lee and his folks to say goodbye
when he flew back to his post. He was PCSing for Afghanistan a week later
so that was going to be the last time I saw him for at least a year, and
knowing Lee wasn't much of a writer, I didn't expect to hear from him
except maybe an email or maybe on Facebook or something like that.
I was right. I didn't hear squat from him for about six months when one
day I came home from classes and Mom said there was a package on the
dining room table for me. I went to the table and saw a box about eight
inches by eight inches and around fifteen inches long. It was stamped
"Fragile" all over it. You can imagine my shock and surprise when I saw
that it was from Lee.
I soon had it opened and found an ornate bottle inside along with a note
from Lee. The note was Lee's usual short and to the point, 'Jim, Here's
the genie in a bottle you wanted. Actually I have no idea what's inside
cause I couldn't get it open. Merry Christmas! Lee'
I looked at the bottle and turned it over in my hands. It seemed to be
glass but it was opaque so I couldn't see what was in it, if anything. It
was kind of a gold color and had cut stones all over it. It looked really
fancy like you would see in the Arabian nights type movies. It had a
glass stopper in the top and Lee was right, it wouldn't come out. I tried
twisting it, pulling it and tapping on it. No go.
Then I took the bottle to the kitchen and laid it in the sink and filled
it with straight hot water. After a bit I started to see small bubbles
coming out from around the stopper so I took it out of the water and
tried again. There was a whoosh and a pop and the stopper came free from
the bottle.
I half expected a puff of smoke to issue forth, swirl around and form
itself into a large man wearing the typical genie clothes, a turban, and
gold hoop earrings. Eh, not so much. What actually happened was...
nothing. Nothing at all. I peered into the bottle and saw nothing. I
turned it over and shook it over the kitchen counter and after a great
deal of shaking and smacking the bottom with my palm like a ketchup
bottle, something fell to the counter top.
At first I thought it was just some dust or dried out bits of what the
bottle used to contain. But after setting the bottle down and making a
careful inspection, I saw that it was about a half dozen very tiny
pillows. Yeah. Fancy red plush pillows about an eighth inch square with
gold braid around them and tassels on each corner. I thought to myself,
'No fucking way,' and pulled open the proverbial junk drawer that every
good kitchen has and retrieved a magnifying glass.
Yep. That's what they were, fancy throw pillows. That of course piqued my
interest further so I turned the bottle over and vigorously shook and
beat on it again. This time more things dropped out onto the counter.
There were more pillows in different bright colors, a couple of small
platters, a tiny gold goblet, and a pitcher, and, believe it or not, a
hookah water pipe!
It was back to the junk drawer to retrieve a small LED penlight. I shined
it down the neck of the bottle. What I saw was unbelievable. It was just
like the movies. Persian carpets, plush pillows, hanging draperies, and a
large entertainment center with a huge flat screen TV. Well maybe not
exactly like the movies. Standing in the middle of it all was a guy
dressed just as I would have pictured a genie and boy did he look pissed
off. He was making all sorts of hand gestures at me and none of them
could be considered the least bit friendly.
I yelled into the bottle, "Hey! You're supposed to come out in a puff of
smoke when I open the bottle."
A tiny but vey clear voice answered, "I don't come out and I don't grant
wishes! Now put the stopper back in and quit shaking my bottle."
"But you're a genie," I protested.
"Duh!"
"You have to come out and grant my three wishes."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do. Those are the rules."
"What rules? Show me."
"It's in all the stories. A person finds the bottle or lamp, opens it or
rubs it and the genie appears and grants them three wishes," I said.
He looked up at me and said, "Those are just stories. I can't be held
responsible for what other genies do or don't do or what gets written in
fables. Now quit shining that damn light in my eyes, put the stopper
back in my bottle, and leave me alone."
"Not until you come out and grant my three wishes."
"Not gonna happen."
"Why?"
"If I tell you will you go away?"
"Maybe."
"I guess that's the best I can hope for. OK. For the first thousand
years after I was condemned to live in this bottle I, as you say,
'followed the rules.' And what did it get me? I pop out, grant three
wishes, and then I get sucked back into a drab, boring bottle. Whoopie!
But then I discouvered that if I didn't grant any wishes for a year, I
got to use three wishes for myself!"
"You granted yourself wishes?"
"Yeah, and it was great! Look what I have now," he said as he spun around
with his arms spread out. "This is just my media room. I have over two
hundred other rooms. I have Dish TV with all of the optional packages,
high speed internet access, cell phone with unlimited minutes and
texting, Blue ray, DVD, surround sound, and theater popcorn."
"Genies like popcorn?"
"Doesn't everyone? And don't interrupt me. Where was I? Oh yes. I have an
indoor Olympic swimming pool, workout room, bowling alley, squash court
and a fifty acre estate with a stable of fine Arabian horses. I have
access to everything I could want right here in my bottle so why would I
want to leave it? I also have plans for my three wishes this year so I
ask you, why would I give them to you just a few weeks short of being
able to use them myself just because you managed to open a bottle? And by
the way, that bit with the hot water was a lousy trick. I got so hot in
here that the A/C couldn't keep up with it. I must have sweat off ten
pounds."
"Because that's what genies are supposed to do? You're not being fair."
"You're a tad bit slow aren't you? There is no 'supposed to.' There are
no rules. Fair is determined by me. I am the genie. I do what I want to
do. Now, out with the light, close the bottle, and go away."
At this point I got pissed off and yelled, "I want my wishes! Get out
here and give me my wishes!"
"Make me."
"OK asshole! You asked for it," I said as I turned the bottle over and
shook it even harder than before, but the little shit wouldn't come out.
All I got was a lot more of his stuff all over the counter. I threatened
to break the bottle but he told me that it was indestructible. Of course
I didn't believe him so I grabbed it by the neck and beat it against the
edge of the kitchen counter. No dice. He was right.
I leaned against the counter completely winded and tried to think of
another approach. Then it hit me. I can't talk him out. I can't shake
him out. I can't beat him out. Maybe I can flood him out.
"Alright you little shit. Last chance. Are you coming out?"
"No."
"Fine. You asked for it." I turned the water on full, grabbed the spray
nozzle and stuck at the opening. When I pressed the handle, hot water
sprayed down into the bottle and I heard him yelling, "What are you
doing? Stop that. You'll ruin everything I own."
"Tough! Come out"
"No."
"Then I hope you can swim," I said and continued spraying hot water into
his bottle. It took awhile but eventually the bottle filled and
overflowed onto the countertop. I stopped spraying and watched as a small
be-turbaned head popped up like a fishing bobber and he grabbed the rim
of the bottle opening.
After a lot of spitting and coughing up water he choked out, "OK! OK! You
win. I'll grant the damn wishes but let me warn you first. I will grant
any wish that I hear exactly as I hear it. Now get me out of this water.
It's hot!"
"Fine by me," I said as I grabbed the back of his shirt between my thumb
and forefinger and set him down on the counter. "Now, let me think about
this. My first wish is..."
"Whoa. Every wish must be proceeded by, 'I wish,' and then state your
wish. That way there is no argument as to whether it was a wish or not."
"Oh. OK. I wish that Lee never joined the Army and that we were both
finished with a four-year college degree on full scholarships."
"That's two wishes, almost three. Try again."
"Huh? Oh. Yeah. I see what you mean. OK, I wish that both Jim and I had
gone directly from high school together and graduated a four-year college
on full scholarships. How's that?"
"Not great but I'm in a hurry so, done."
"I don't feel any different. How do I know that you really granted my
wish?"
"Think about what college you attended and who your roommate is?"
"Oh wow! It did work."
"Now let's get a move on. I have to go swamp out my bottle before there's
too much water damage."
"OK. I wish I had a wallet that would always have the amount of money in
it that I needed to pay for whatever I wanted or needed."
"Good one. Done. Next?"
At that point Mom walked into the kitchen, stopped and stared at the
counter with her mouth agape. "What have you done to my nice clean
kitchen? Look at the mess you've made and there's water everywhere! Jim I
swear..."
I got nervous what with having an inch and a half tall genie on the
kitchen counter behind me. I wanted Mom to leave before she saw him and
really caused problems. Yeah, well, the best laid plans and all that. I
sputtered out, "D, d, don't worry Mom. I'll clean it all up right away. I
was just..."
But like all good moms, she continued unfazed right where I cut her off,
"I swear Jim, sometimes I wish you were born a girl like your sister.
Always neat and clean, settled down in a beautiful house, with a nice
husband, with plans for a family already in progress."
I heard the small voice of the genie behind me say, "Excellent! Perfectly
stated. Done, and goodbye!"
"Noooooo..." My world went black for a moment and then I found myself
lying on my back in a bed and felt a weight on my abdomen and chest. I
heard Lee's voice saying, "God I love you so much, Jamie."
Then the weight moved down heavier on top of me and it felt like...
'Ohmygod! No! Please no!' My eyes shot open and I was looking directly
into Lee's face as he eased upwards for a moment only to descend again
and I felt something move inside of me. 'Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit!'
I tried to push him up off of and out of me. He eased his weight off a
bit and said, "Am I too heavy? I'm trying to be careful. I don't want to
hurt the baby."
At that point I knew it was useless. I stared up into Lee's face and saw
the concern written all over it. Something inside me, I don't know what.
The best I can describe it is, melted. I raised my arms, wrapped them
around his neck and pulled him closer. We continued to the usual
conclusion. And not a bad conclusion either.
That was all five Christmas' ago. I never saw the bottle or the genie
again and I wanna tell you, I looked. Mom has absolutely no recollection
of that day in the kitchen just as Lee remembers nothing about being in
the Army. Sis and Dad only remember me as a sister and a daughter, and a
major pain in the ass.
Lee Jr. was born six months after Mom's wish and several years later
Andrea (Andie) was born. I'm still breast-feeding her. I'm a stay-at-home
mom and Lee has a job that he loves running his own import retail
business. We do quite well on his income but I always have my never-empty
wallet as backup, which I haven't told him about, yet. He thinks I'm an
amazing money manager, lol. I just claim it's because of my degree in
accounting.
Funny thing about that degree though. I have it. It's on record and all,
but I have absolutely no memory of attending one single class. I remember
everything that happened that fateful day but nothing that anyone else
remembers like growing up a girl, dating, going to college, engagement,
or wedding. That last sort of bums me out. I really would have liked to
remember my own wedding but I have the photo album and videos. What
really bums me out though is I don't remember our wedding night. But then
Lee does so I live it vicariously through him. Damn I wish I was there!
It took me some time to get used it all. Mom and Sis only remembered me
as a major tomboy that never, ever wore makeup or anything in the
slightest bit girly and that I only wore jeans and a t-shirt with ratty
Nikes and was covered with grease and oil from working on my car most of
the time. So, when I asked for their help with girly stuff they were way
supportive. I learned far more than I ever wanted to know about female
stuff.
They still consider me far too much of a tomboy because I still do all
the work on our cars and am 'Miss Fix-it' around the house but I can now
present myself as a fairly decent looking woman if the need arises. Dad
says I 'clean up pretty well.' And don't mess with me if there is a game
on TV. Any game, any sport. Not if you want to live to see the next
sunrise. I look at my life as a combination of the best of both worlds
and only having to tolerate the not so great parts... like feminine
hygene. That is soooooo gross!
Anyway, I think I hear Andie stirring so I better end this. If you ever
run across that reluctant genie, just remember what happened to me. Some
of it has been good and some bad. You be the judge of your own fate. At
least now you'll know how to get the little SOB out of the bottle. Make
sure the water is really, really hot!
© 12/15/2010, Persephone
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