You know the joke about the guy who walks into the bar and sees another guy sitting there with a genie's lamp and a statuette of Mozart, quietly weeping into his beer? And the guy who walked in sits down next to him and says, "Hey man, why so down?"
"Well," say the other, "I've got this magic lamp."
"That seems like a reason to celebrate rather than mope!"
"You think so? You can have it!" And he shoves the lamp over to the other guy.
"Really?" he asks, and starts rubbing the lamp. "Genie genie in the lamp... I want a million bucks!"
About thirty seconds of silence pass, while both men sit anxiously at the bar. And then, from down the street, they hear this rumbling, quacking sound, and a million ducks go tromping past.
"A million ducks??!?" shouts the guy unhappily. "I didn't ask for a million ducks! I asked for a million bucks! This thing is broken!"
"That's what I told you!" said the other. "What, do you think I asked for a ten inch pianist?"
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I think I must have rubbed that lamp. Because instead of finding myself a stand up guy, I found myself a guy who stood me up.
Rude.
To be honest (and fair to the Power That Provides Us What We Want), I didn't really want to go on this date in the first place, but I wouldn't have minded not wasting my Friday night.
And, if we have to be stood up in our lives (as bad things will happen as inevitably as good ones will), I'd rather it be by someone who didn't really matter to me (like this guy) than by someone who did. It totally could have been worse.
I only wonder what I would have gotten if I had asked for a guy with a ten inch pianist...
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