What helps? If I
Those Genie-fellers are nothing, if not tricksy.
Would anyone ask for anything other than the above, if they
Take the triple cheeseburger example. Imagine this scenario. You're starving, having dragged yourself out of one of those deep underground caves after being trapped, foodless, for about a fortnight. You stumble upon a lamp, and you give it a quick rub, not really expecting anything, but hey! what's the worst that can happen? You end up with an old lamp that is shinier than it was. Or so you naively believe. Is there a teeny, weeny little corner of your mind that doesn't believe that? Surely. Let's hope that Nobody is THAT stupid. Anyway, of course the Genie appears, curly-toed slippers and all, and of course he asks you what might be your heart's desire, at that very moment. There is a snack van two hundred yards away to which you could easily manage to crawl
'I'll have a triple cheeseburger please, with chips, and a large cherry coke. Then I'll have everlasting beauty and lots of money after. I'll feel so much better after that, that I'll be able to manage the World Peace bit all by myself without your help. Or at least I'll have tried, or meant well, or whatever. Don't forget the ketchup. Thank you!'
Only the Genie insists that the 'triple' bit of the cheeseburger IS the three wishes, and you don't get your coke or your chips, never mind the ketchup and a half-hearted, bilious, indigestion-ridden attempt at World Peace.
What an utter, out and out b'stard. No wonder he turns a profit.
*it's for a special wheelchair for a local child who was badly injured in a car accident. The child is now fully recovered and no longer requires the chair. Probably best not to tell Effie, in case she dies of shock. What with her being elderly and that.