"I wish I was the boss at work," said Sally's mother.
The image in the mirror rippled and changed to depict a 40-something man with thinning hair and an expensive suit. A split-second later, that's what Sally's mother looked like.
The expression on the man's face was one of confusion as he looked at himself in the mirror.
Sally realized she recognized him -- it was her mother's boss. She tentatively said, "Uh, Mr. Eaton...?"
He turned to look at her, and his expression turned to delight. "Whoa, hey, I think my prayers have been answered! You're definitely not my wife! But where am I, and how did I get here?"
"It's a long story," Sally said.
"Okay, I guess it doesn't matter," said Mr. Eaton. He started to unbuckle his belt as he asked, "Do you want me to get on the bed?"
"Whoa!" exclaimed Sally. "I know what I look like, but I think you've got the wrong idea."
"Oh, I've got a lot of ideas, believe me," Mr. Eaton said lecherously.
"Oh, my God," said Sally. She took a couple of steps in her platform boots to where she could see the mirror, and tried to formulate a wish to bring her mother back.
"Huh? What's with the mirror?" Mr. Easton asked. "I thought you said you knew what you look like." He turned toward the mirror and said, "Believe me, honey, I wish..."
