The other day, I joined my sister in watching TV. After a moment, I decided that the TV was too quiet. Earlier that day I hadn't been able to find the remote for the television. I figured it was still lost so I got up and turned it up manually. I turned and asked my sister's approval for the new volume: "Is this good?"
Her eyes opened wide in shock, and I started to feel a little nervous. What? Is there something wrong? Is the TV so loud it's offensive? Is there a spider on me? Oh, I hope there isn't a spider on me. I would flip out if there was a big, hairy, eight-legged killing machine on me. They are vile, vile creatures. Where's a shoe?!
After that thought process, she asked, "Can you read my mind?" very surprised-like. Huh? What kind of a question is that? I just wanted to know if I turned up the volume enough. Then I realized she had been wanting the volume up too.
Apparently, before I turned up the volume, she had been thinking about turning up the volume, but she couldn't find the remote and didn't want to get up to turn it up. So when I got up, turned the volume up, and asked her if it was loud enough, I freaked her out.
I proceeded to tell her that she shouldn't be thinking those things she thinks all the time about that one person.
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