You feel discombobulated. You look down at the lamp on the ground and at the glass bottle in your hand. You notice an insciption on the lamp it's in Arabic, but you can now read it easily.
"If you wish to have the immortality and power of a genie, rub this lamp!"
You look at the red clear glass bottle in your hand, it is etched with your name and today's date. It looks like a perfume bottle and fits easily in the palm of your hand. You blink wondering if what just happened really happened. You try wishing for a new suit of clothes, nothing happens.
"Fool, you can only grant other people's wishes!" shouts a voice from the lamp.
"Oh, great!" you say and trudge down the path. You emerge from the park on to a busy sidewalk. The hotel you were going to meet your fiancee at is across the street. An old woman wishes traffic would stop so she could cross. You decide to try granting her wish.
The car immediately in front of you screeches to a halt. The car behind it hits it and flips over across lanes. A total of a dozen cars collide forming a wall of steel and aluminum across the street. Traffic is sure stopped. You and the old lady quickly cross the street stepping over lost hub caps, and broken glass. Steam hisses from broken radiators, oil and gas leak. Sirens echo in the distance drawing ever closer. In the future you decide you will be more specific in your wishes.
You meet your fiancee in the hotel dining room. She says as you sit down, "You know what I wish..."