A secretary, a paralegal and a partner in a city law firm
are walking through a park on their way to lunch when they
find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes
out in a puff of smoke. The Genie says, “I usually only
grant three wishes, so I’ll give each of you just one.”
“Me first! Me first!” says the secretary. “I want to be in
the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the
world. Poof! She’s gone.
“Me next! Me next!” says the paralegal. “I want to be in
Hawaii, relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an
endless supply of pina coladas and the love of my life.”
Poof! He’s gone.
“You’re next,” the Genie says to the partner.
The partner says, “I want those two back in the office after
lunch.”