I had just arrived for church and I sat down next to one of my “married” and “wiser” lady friends.
Somehow the subject turned to what I wanted to be when I grow up.
“Well, one thing’s for sure…” I quipped referencing her and her husband, “I definitely don’t want to be older like y’all”
Not missing a beat, she pointed at my nose and said, “Poof! You’re dead.”
I must have stared blankly for a few seconds because she broke out in laughter.
“You got what you wanted.” she smirked.
“Yup.” I said, starting to laugh. “You would’ve made a great genie.”
And of course, with the lady being “wiser”, she added some non-joking advice: “Just be glad God doesn’t grant your every wish. We’re not always smart enough to see the consequences of our desires fully through.”
Oh, and for my readers that hate political correctness: married=off limits;wiser=older than dirt (okay, slightly kidding here).