I have a magical power. I bet you didn’t know that…but yes, indeed I do.
My magical power is my amazing ability to always call Iwanski when his hands are soaking wet.
What? I didn’t say it was a particularly useful power.
But seriously, this happens at least two to three times a day. I call Iwanski and he says, “My hands are wet, hold on a second.”
Yesterday, I called him, and he was laughing as he answered the phone.
“What’s so funny?” I inquired.
He explained, “Just a minute ago, I was thinking ‘I’m going to start washing the dishes, but I’ll bet that the minute I get my hands wet, Carla will call’…and then you did!”
“Really?” I laughed. “That is weird.”
“What is with you? Can you just sense that my hands are wet, or something?” he asked.
“I don’t know," I giggled, "but it is pretty strange.”
So there you go. My one magical power.
And now, I must go feed the felines—for their magical power is to annoy the shit out of me while I’m trying to write a blog post.