Jacque and I were watching some show where a chick was trying to move stuff with her mind. She was concentrating really hard and just staring at an object.
I had to try, of course. I started down a cup and held out my hand, willing it to come to me.
Five minutes later, Jacque looked over. "How long have you been sitting there doing that?"
"Forever! It's not working!"
"But wouldn't it be cool if it worked? I would seriously poop my pants."
I expected Jacque to respond with some form of her freaking out, also. Maybe pooping her pants. Maybe running away scared. But no, Jacque had other plans.
"If it worked, I'd take you on the road! 'Five dollars to see the freak show move things with her mind!'"