"I hope, I hope," you say as using the palm of your hand you begin to rub the sides of the lamp. You rub the lamp until your hand begin to feel warm, but nothing happens. Maybe you need to rub the lamp at the bottom, where the inscription was, but still nothing happened.
"Its junk," you said, but it is a odd thing to find, so you decide to keep it, as take it home with you.
On the way home you met with your friend Barry, he the son of the local postman who delivers to your house and many others. Barry is always friendly, but he has a bold smarty-pants attitude as well. He would need to be blind not too see what you were holding, the lamp being too large to fit into any pocket on you.
Naturally, he asked what you had, and wondered where you got it.
"Found it," you replied, as did not wish to relinquish owning of it until quite sure it held nothing magical.
Barry read your response like a book, he knows you treasure the odd lamp, and he begins to taunt you.
"Bet you think the thing belonged to Allie Baba, and has a genie inside!" Barry chides you, as much you felt humiliated due to he was right on the mark as of what you thought, hoped, and wished were the truth.
"On my way home, want to follow along?" You asked, knowing that Barry thought you were nuts for not sharing the lamp, he just waved you a quick hand goodbye and walked away.
With Barry out of sight you thought to run then toward home and lose or put somewhere your hopeful magical lamp for later.