The Genie

Harold and Bob were in a bar, having a few beers, when Harold pulled out a cigar.
He searched for a light, to no avail, and then asked Bob for one.
“Here you are,” Bob replied and reached into his pocket and pulled out a 10 inch Bic lighter.
“Wow!” said Harold, “where did you get that monster.”
“You mean my 10" lighter? Well,.. .I got it from my genie.”
“You have a genie?” Harold asked.
“Sure Harold! He’s right here, in my pocket.”
“Could I see him?”
Bob reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small genie.
Harold stared at the genie, and then said, “I’m a good friend of your master. Will you grant me a wish?”
“Yes I will,” the genie said, so Harold asked him for a million bucks ,and then the genie, hoped back into Bob's pocket.
Harold stood there, waiting for his million bucks.
After about ten minutes, a duck waddled into the bar, followed by another, and then another. Then more ducks come pouring in. Before long the entire bar was filled with ducks.
Finally, Harold said “What's going on here? I asked for a million bucks, not a million ducks!”
Bob replied, "Gosh Harold! I forgot to tell you. The genie is hard of hearing.
Did ya really think I asked him for a 10 inch Bic?”