Bow Down to My Psychic Powers, Earthlings
I drove to work this morning with two (yes, two) ceramic mugs of coffee in the cup holders. (I just hate to waste fresh coffee.) There is a corner near my office that has several giant potholes from a break in the water line a few months back.
Of course, as I bounced through the potholes, coffee spilled everywhere. (So much for not wasting fresh coffee.) I was, let’s say, more happy than if someone had kicked me in the balls, but less pleased than if I would have arrived at work with two full cups of coffee.
I thought, as I pulled into my spot at work, that I should call someone to get those damn holes fixed. I did nothing, of course, but drink what was left of my coffee and spend my working hours goofing off.
Then I went to lunch.
When I was driving back to the office after lunch, what did I discover but...the holes had been neatly patched up! You know what this means, don’t you? I have ESP. My thoughts caused someone else to fix the potholes.
Only one question remains: why doesn’t anyone else do what I’m thinking they ought to do?