Guy walking down a beach in California. Sees a bottle, picks it up. Rubs it. Out comes a genie.
“I’ll give you one wish,” says the genie.
“I’d love to go to Hawaii, but I’m afraid of boats, afraid of planes. I want to drive there, so build me a bridge to Hawaii.”
“Geeez!” said the genie. “I know I said ‘anything,’ but the amount of concrete and materials for such a bridge, the engineering, well, I’m afraid you’ve wished for something that’s virtually impossible to do, even for me. Please, wish for something else.”
“Okay, how about this. I just want to understand women.”
“Two lanes, or four lanes.