Time was running out and his watch had stopped dead.
Philip broke out into a cold sweat. He tapped his watch over and over.
The minute hand fell like a dead arm, pointing lifelessly at the 6.
“Oh, this is bad. This is so bad.” He took off his watch and shook it a couple of times.
The hour hand joined the minute hand in pointing at the number 6.
He threw the watch into the backseat in frustration. “Now, what am I going to do?”
Something seethed and hissed like steam in the backseat.
Phillip anxiously looked over his shoulder.
Sky blue steam issued out of his watch’s face.
The steam took on the form of fat bald blue man with no shirt and no shoes. He was wearing harem pants. So, that was a relief.
“What are you doing in my car?” Maybe it wasn’t the best question to ask, but it was literally the first question that came to the young man’s mind.
Blue Man yawned. “So, you’re my new master. Groovy, pops. So, what do you need? Bit of advice: ask for something gooooood.”
“Master? What—” Phillip shook his head. “No. I don’t have time for this. I don’t even know what time it is. My fiancé is going to kill me. I was supposed to be at the church an hour ago and now? Well.” He flung his hand at the windshield in a dramatic gesture. “Look at that traffic. I’ll never get there on time and I don’t even know what time it is.”
“Yes. You already said that.” Blue Man puckered his lips. “Well. There seems to be two ways we could go about this. One, you wish that I transport you directly to the church. Or Two, you wish that all of this traffic disappears.”
“uhh.” Phillip thought about it. “I guess….Number one.”
“Nah-uh-uh. You have to phrase that in the form of a wish.’
“Wait. Is this really happening?”
Blue Man shrugged. “We could debate about this moment’s realness back and forth, but that will kill a lot of time. Don’t you think?”
“True. Okay. I wish for Number One.”
“Nooo, that’s still not right. You have to say the whole wish.”
“Okay, fine. I wish that you transport me directly to the church.”
“Alllll right! Here we go! One Wish—” He snapped his fingers.
The car appeared right in the middle of the church’s aisle.
“—-fulfilled.” Blue Man disappeared into the watch.
Phillip sheepishly got out of the driver’s seat.
Everyone stared at him as if he’d dropped from outer space.
He straightened his shoulders and walked over to his bride.
“Phillip.” she whispered. “What—”
“Don’t ask. I’ll tell you later.”
“Yes, but. How are you going to get the car out of the church?”
I know what wish number 2 will be.