Harry was working at a construction site when he came across a bottle. He popped it open and out came a Genie. “I have to warn you,” said the Genie, “I’m not that powerful but I’ll try my best.”
“Well,” said Harry, “I’m trying desperately to start a new business and I have a very important meeting tonight with a potential investor.”
“I’ll tell you what,” said the Genie, “this is the best I can do. I’ll give you a one time good luck charm. To start it say, 1,2,3. When you’re done, say 1,2,3,4.”
And with that the Genie was gone in a puff of smoke. Harry couldn’t believe his good luck. As he nervously tied his tie in front of the mirror that night, he kept on repeating over in his head 1,2,3, 1,2,3, 1,2,3.
Harry nervously knocked on the rich man’s office. “Come in,” said the man in a deep imposing voice. Harry sat down across from the man. Before he said anything else, he muttered to himself, “1,2,3” and suddenly he knew everything would be okay.
He opened up his mouth to start speaking but before he could say anything the man behind the desk pleasantly asked, “What did you say 1,2,3 for?”