A man walks into a bar with a small box under his arm. The bartender, a curious fellow, asks what’s in the box. The man opens it to reveal a tiny, 12-inch-tall man playing a miniature grand piano.
The bartender is astonished. “That’s incredible! Where did you find him?”
“Well,” the man says, “I found a magic lamp, and a genie granted me a wish.”
“A real genie? Can I make a wish?” the bartender asks excitedly.
“Sure,” the man replies, “but I have to warn you, the genie is a little hard of hearing. You have to speak very clearly.”
The bartender leans in close to the lamp and shouts at the top of his lungs, “I want a million bucks!”
Suddenly, the entire bar is filled with quacking ducks. Ducks on the counter, ducks on the stools, ducks everywhere.
The bartender, covered in feathers, looks at the man in disbelief. “What happened? I asked for a million bucks!”
The man with the tiny pianist sighs and says, “Yeah, and you think I wished for a 12-inch pianist?”