The Encounter

I had the coolest dirt bike ever. I don't care what anyone says, my dirt bike was premium awesome. Back in high school, I would ride my red Phantom-X 3000 dirt bike everywhere. It was my best friend, well not literally (that'd just be weird).

I had the whole "motocross style" too. I had the helmet, the snazzy boots and even the colourful jumpsuit. I was all ready to go except for one crucial component, the motocross stache.

No dirt bike rider ever became anything without a solid stache, its in the job description.

One sunny day, I was out on the back trails hitting the jumps when I noticed something in the bush. I hopped off my bike and moved closer. It was an old monopoly box. Bewildered by its location, I decided to open it up. It was sealed shut, I found this very strange. Then I noticed some strange lettering on the side, it read: knock twice. Without thinking again, I proceeded to do so. Suddenly, the one and only Monopoly Man popped out!

"Hello!" he greeted me, "I am the Monopoly Man! I am here to grant you one wish."

"Whoa!" I gasped, "Wait i second, I'm confused. I have three questions: first, that is a killer stache!"

"That's not a question."

"Oh, right. Two, I didn't know you were real!"

"That also isn't a question," he sighed burying his face in his hand.

"My bad. Three, I thought only genies granted wishes?"

"False," he countered, "Many things grant wishes; genies, fairies, shooting stars, ruby red slippers and even I, that Monopoly Man."

"Righteous!"

This was quite the predicament for me; I could have anything I wanted. I could have fame or fortune. I could have women or wisdom. I could have peace or power. Though I had so many options at hand, I knew there was only one thing I truly wanted.

"I wish I had a killer stache like you!" I blurted out proudly.

"Seriously?" his jaw dropped, "That's it?"

"As serious as my failing math grade!"

"Okay," he sighed. With a flick of his wrist and a wink of his eye, he was gone.

Sure enough, there upon my face was the mightiest stache any known man had ever seen. It was so thick and luscious. It was clean and groomed. It was perfect. That was the first day of the rest of my life.