The leggings Mariette wears to work on Wednesday are regrettable, and by noon she’s taking full advantage of that fact.
“I just want to go back in time and wear my skinny jeans instead,” she frets.
“DUDE THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU ARE REALLY SUPPOSED TO USE YOUR WISHES FOR,” says her genie uneasily.
“Nope!” she slaps the table. “I’ve decided. I wish I’d worn the jeans this morning–under the black cotton skirt!”
Mariette is pleased. Her coworkers in the break room toss their lunch things in the garbage (they sort of hate that Mariette gets a genie).