Telekinesis, or The Unopened Bottle

I sat at the table, staring intently at an unopened bottle.

My lovely (and very pregnant) wife walked by.

"What are you doing?" E. asked.

"I am staring intently at an unopened bottle."

"Why?"

"So that it will open," I said.

She stood for a minute, watching me as I stared at the bottle. Her bewilderment grew visibly. Finally, she reached across and opened the bottle.

I grinned at her.

"See?" said I, "It works every time."

- V.