On the road again
Pat and Mike are sitting in the front seat of the sedan on a run.
Pat makes a right onto a modest main road.
Two blocks ahead at an even more modest intersection, one not worthy of a light, the light changes to red.
Pat hits the steering wheel and says “It happens every time, and it only seems to happen to me! Why? Why? Why?”
And Mike says, “Because every time you think it is going to turn red.”
And Pat says to Mike: “You mean my mind is controlling this light?”
And Mike says: “Yeah.”
“Good point,” says Pat.