LJ Idol Prompt; Happiness Pump
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drippedonpaperThe scent of coffee brewing woke her up. Jodi stretched. Another day, another dollar. That's what the humans say, right?
She rolled over and stretched again. Who knew what the day would bring?
After 800 years, sometimes she woke up a little confused about who her current master was. Master or mistress, she should say. Four hundred years ago, when the International Board of Genies authorized genies to grant the wishes of females (as long as proper wish form was followed), Jodi wasn't the only one cheering. It's about time! If nothing else, just for some variety! Womens' wishes were often different than mens' and if she had to grant one more man the BJ of his dreams...well! If she had to, she knew it must be another Tuesday, that's what! What a waste of a wish!
She sat up and reached over to her coffee maker. Once again, she wished she had space for a proper kitchen! Genie bottles were cute on the outside, but, let me tell you, genies started the tiny house and minimalist movement way before that lady wished to write her best seller on the "Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up"! At least she did leave the word "magic" in the title as a little nod to Jodi. It's not exactly a kitchen addition but hey, most people just ask and ask. They won't even converse with her much, it's just "Jodi, Jodi, how many wishes do I have left? Jodi, can I gift you to my husband once I get my three? Jodi, is there an upper limit on the money I can ask for?"
Never, "Jodi, how do you feel today?" Or even "Jodi, thank you so much you change my life?"
She poured her coffee and tried to remember if she still had creamer. Sometimes that would be her wish. And that's the most ironic thing of all. No ability to wish for herself. Or even do a little grocery shopping. She figured it was by design. If genies could do their own shopping, they might just be done with all this wish granting nonsense.
She opened the mini fridge next to her bed to find ... no creamer. There was a little milk though so she decided that milk and maybe a cube of sugar would had to do. She needed a least a little caffeine or she wasn't going to be using the approved, "How may I serve you?" phrase that that Chick-Fil-A HR guy was so pleased to receive when he wished for a perfect training question. Once he started using it, she pointed out how subservient it sounded. Fast food employees don't need to metaphorically lick other's feet for the grand wage of $9 an hour! But he incorporated it into his training sessions and she always wanted to laugh as people responded to the official genie phrase as though the best wish of all was some hot, fried, artery-clogging chicken!
How much she had seen in over 800 years. What would she wish for after all? Maybe to travel more? Maybe a bigger place to live? Or maybe, maybe best of all to stop being treated like a minimum wage server of fried chicken (or a server of young skinny girlfriends, depending on who was asking)!
"Jodi, Yo, Jodi, you in there?"
"How may I serve you?" (Oh yeah, now I remember. It's that winner, Mr. 'Let Me Clean Your Dryer Vents' himself.)
"Can't you get on out here, girl?"
(OMG, his grammar is so impeccable! Not!)
"Anytime, Master"
She popped out, deciding a dramatic puff of blue smoke was best today. So little choices, but smoke color was one, and gosh, it was fun to decide. Sometimes she added glitter, just for laughs. And depending on the master, sometimes it REAL glitter. The better to remember her by, once she moved on, as was always inevitable.
"Yo, Jodi, why you in a bathrobe? You know I prefer that belly-dancing getup, you know, with those jingle jangles?"
"Sir, it is a bit early. If I slept in my jingle-jangles, I wouldn't be very comfortable would I?"
"Whatever. I was just wanting to know...I could wish for any woman, right? Now is that living or dead? Famous or not?..."
As Mr. Vent (not his name, but she couldn't remember it) rambled on, detailing many more of his desires in a female than Jodi had ever wanted to know, Jodi amused herself by looking around. She was stuck with Mr. Vent in some...garage? Full of tools, but as he droned on she saw something with some possibilities...
"....and they need to be perky you know, nothing droopy for me, you understand?"
"Sir?" she interrupted.
"Uh yeah? You are taking notes right, because firm is entirely non-negotiable...?"
"Yes, yes, I just had a question? What is that ... over in the corner. With the long handle?"
"Oh, that's how I clean the vents, you know? Long handle, it even loops around."
"Could I borrow it?"
"Why sure, I mean, I have several. Now when we're talking skin, I don't want someone who has to lube it up, you know? I want real and young and soft and ...."
"Thanks. Let me pop in and change right quick."
Jodi grabbed the long, long brush and bobbed her head.
Home Sweet Home. She looked closer at the brush. She held it up.
"Ouch, don't be boppping me with my own tool, now, little girly. Are you listening in there?"
"Oh yeah, yeah, just grabbing a new notebook. I know, you want the most beautiful..."
Mr. Vent droned on as Jodie grinned to herself. This brush might turn out to be what she'd been wishing for. Now if he'd just go to work, she could try out the possibilities.
What keeps a genie in her bottle has always been her inability to rub the outside all alone. In centuries past, kings were smart enough to make laws against long-handled tools, but these days, Republicans were all about de-regulation and maybe, just maybe, this was going to work to their detriment.
If the brush worked for her, she might just have to start lending out her new tool. And once she freed the genies of certain key leaders, she might really enjoy finding a new community for the genies of people like Pam Bondi and Donald Trump.
Who said women can't change the world, and she meant good women this time, not shape-shifting aliens like Pam Bondi!
Give a genie a tool, and you better believe, she can learn how to fish. She'll have creamer whenever she wants now!
She rolled over and stretched again. Who knew what the day would bring?
After 800 years, sometimes she woke up a little confused about who her current master was. Master or mistress, she should say. Four hundred years ago, when the International Board of Genies authorized genies to grant the wishes of females (as long as proper wish form was followed), Jodi wasn't the only one cheering. It's about time! If nothing else, just for some variety! Womens' wishes were often different than mens' and if she had to grant one more man the BJ of his dreams...well! If she had to, she knew it must be another Tuesday, that's what! What a waste of a wish!
She sat up and reached over to her coffee maker. Once again, she wished she had space for a proper kitchen! Genie bottles were cute on the outside, but, let me tell you, genies started the tiny house and minimalist movement way before that lady wished to write her best seller on the "Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up"! At least she did leave the word "magic" in the title as a little nod to Jodi. It's not exactly a kitchen addition but hey, most people just ask and ask. They won't even converse with her much, it's just "Jodi, Jodi, how many wishes do I have left? Jodi, can I gift you to my husband once I get my three? Jodi, is there an upper limit on the money I can ask for?"
Never, "Jodi, how do you feel today?" Or even "Jodi, thank you so much you change my life?"
She poured her coffee and tried to remember if she still had creamer. Sometimes that would be her wish. And that's the most ironic thing of all. No ability to wish for herself. Or even do a little grocery shopping. She figured it was by design. If genies could do their own shopping, they might just be done with all this wish granting nonsense.
She opened the mini fridge next to her bed to find ... no creamer. There was a little milk though so she decided that milk and maybe a cube of sugar would had to do. She needed a least a little caffeine or she wasn't going to be using the approved, "How may I serve you?" phrase that that Chick-Fil-A HR guy was so pleased to receive when he wished for a perfect training question. Once he started using it, she pointed out how subservient it sounded. Fast food employees don't need to metaphorically lick other's feet for the grand wage of $9 an hour! But he incorporated it into his training sessions and she always wanted to laugh as people responded to the official genie phrase as though the best wish of all was some hot, fried, artery-clogging chicken!
How much she had seen in over 800 years. What would she wish for after all? Maybe to travel more? Maybe a bigger place to live? Or maybe, maybe best of all to stop being treated like a minimum wage server of fried chicken (or a server of young skinny girlfriends, depending on who was asking)!
"Jodi, Yo, Jodi, you in there?"
"How may I serve you?" (Oh yeah, now I remember. It's that winner, Mr. 'Let Me Clean Your Dryer Vents' himself.)
"Can't you get on out here, girl?"
(OMG, his grammar is so impeccable! Not!)
"Anytime, Master"
She popped out, deciding a dramatic puff of blue smoke was best today. So little choices, but smoke color was one, and gosh, it was fun to decide. Sometimes she added glitter, just for laughs. And depending on the master, sometimes it REAL glitter. The better to remember her by, once she moved on, as was always inevitable.
"Yo, Jodi, why you in a bathrobe? You know I prefer that belly-dancing getup, you know, with those jingle jangles?"
"Sir, it is a bit early. If I slept in my jingle-jangles, I wouldn't be very comfortable would I?"
"Whatever. I was just wanting to know...I could wish for any woman, right? Now is that living or dead? Famous or not?..."
As Mr. Vent (not his name, but she couldn't remember it) rambled on, detailing many more of his desires in a female than Jodi had ever wanted to know, Jodi amused herself by looking around. She was stuck with Mr. Vent in some...garage? Full of tools, but as he droned on she saw something with some possibilities...
"....and they need to be perky you know, nothing droopy for me, you understand?"
"Sir?" she interrupted.
"Uh yeah? You are taking notes right, because firm is entirely non-negotiable...?"
"Yes, yes, I just had a question? What is that ... over in the corner. With the long handle?"
"Oh, that's how I clean the vents, you know? Long handle, it even loops around."
"Could I borrow it?"
"Why sure, I mean, I have several. Now when we're talking skin, I don't want someone who has to lube it up, you know? I want real and young and soft and ...."
"Thanks. Let me pop in and change right quick."
Jodi grabbed the long, long brush and bobbed her head.
Home Sweet Home. She looked closer at the brush. She held it up.
"Ouch, don't be boppping me with my own tool, now, little girly. Are you listening in there?"
"Oh yeah, yeah, just grabbing a new notebook. I know, you want the most beautiful..."
Mr. Vent droned on as Jodie grinned to herself. This brush might turn out to be what she'd been wishing for. Now if he'd just go to work, she could try out the possibilities.
What keeps a genie in her bottle has always been her inability to rub the outside all alone. In centuries past, kings were smart enough to make laws against long-handled tools, but these days, Republicans were all about de-regulation and maybe, just maybe, this was going to work to their detriment.
If the brush worked for her, she might just have to start lending out her new tool. And once she freed the genies of certain key leaders, she might really enjoy finding a new community for the genies of people like Pam Bondi and Donald Trump.
Who said women can't change the world, and she meant good women this time, not shape-shifting aliens like Pam Bondi!
Give a genie a tool, and you better believe, she can learn how to fish. She'll have creamer whenever she wants now!
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Date: 2025-10-22 10:29 pm (UTC)Pam Bondi might as well be an alien. There is no human heart inside her.
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Date: 2025-10-23 03:30 pm (UTC)Give a genie a tool, and you better believe, she can learn how to fish. She'll have creamer whenever she wants now!
LOL She's got the world at her fingertips, but coffee and related accessories still tops her list.
Dan
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Date: 2025-10-27 08:22 pm (UTC)This cracked me up. ha ha
Seriously, this was a really fun character in a fun story. You did a great job with this story. Maria. It's a lot of fun.