Tony and Roger were enjoying a quiet moment together in Tony's office.
"Going out with Sheila tonight, Rog?"
"No. She said she's not available. I was thinking of calling Sue."
"Oh."
"I wish I had a steady girlfriend?"
"Me, too."
This shocked him. "What do you mean? You have a steady girlfriend!"
"I do?"
"Jeannie!"
"That's different, Rog."
"How so?"
"She's. . . a genie!"
"So?"
"So, her job is to grant my wishes."
"And that's ALL you think of her as?"
"No. But I don't thank of her as a girlfriend."
"Do you love her?"
"Yes, of course. But it's a different kind of love."
"Well, she loves you like a wife loves her husband."
"I know. But think of all the times she's gotten me in trouble!"
"She didn't mean to do those things; she was merely granting your wishes."
"I know."
"And she's always straightened things out for you, at the last minute."
"Yes, you're right."
"So, stop taking her for granted, buddy! If she was my genie, I would treat her like a princess—and I probably WOULD marry her!"
Tony said nothing to that.
"Well, I've got to get back to my office. See you later."
"Bye, Rog."
After he left, Tony said to himself, "You're absolutely right, Rog."
That evening, he bought flowers for Jeannie, and he took her out to dinner.