If I could have one wish from a genie it would be to be able to do The Robot, really, really well.
I’m talking The Best In The World.
I’d do it all the time.
In the bodega, someone would ask where they can find the trash bags, and look out! I’d be popping and locking in that direction, helping that person out.
Oh, and parties? Forget about it.
I’d be invited to so many parties that I’d have to cancel on people, maybe even Eva Mendes‘ bash. But I’d probably find time for that one.
I’d pick being able to rock The Robot because I wouldn’t want to Punk Out on my genie and go with the “I wish for a million more wishes” wish.
Because you know, my genie would be doing me a favor, and I wouldn’t want to be an ass.
Whoever the genie was that granted that wish the very first time, basically screwed all the other genie’s for the rest of eternity.
Can you imagine?
A couple genie’s were probably out at happy hour, swapping horror stories about The Biz, when another genie came in and shared the bad news: “Did you hear??? Frank granted someone a million more wishes! Well, we’re fucked now!”
Needless to say, Frank was not a popular dude.
But I wouldn’t pull that shit on my genie.
I’d take the The Robot, impress – oh I don’t know – everyone in the world – and be happy with that.
Plus, I hear that Eva loves a good dancer.