It Happened Again

by ComputerBob

January 19, 1998

I have psychic power. It's true. I can't deny it any longer. At first, I attributed it to coincidence, but it just kept happening. In fact, it happened again the other day at work. There I was, working on someone's PC in their cubicle, crawling around under their desk, checking their network connection, trying to figure out why they couldn't print their work. Jazz Muzak was playing over the evenly-spaced speakers in the ceiling. In my head, however, a different song was playing in the background of my thoughts. I think it is by Mariah Carey. I had only heard it five or six times on the radio in the past few weeks, but something about it was memorable, so there is was, playing in my head. "Spread your wings and fly, butterfly."

It took me a few minutes, but I got the printer problem fixed and walked down the hall, around the corner, and through the security door to my work area at one end of the mainframe computer room. As I got closer to my desk, the music playing in my head grew louder and louder, like the voice of someone waking you up from a deep sleep. I suddenly realized that, from the radio on my desk, I was hearing the exact same part of the exact same song, in the exact same key as it had been playing in my head.

I don't know what causes it. I don't know when it's going to happen again. All I know is that it has happened to me five or six times in the past year; each time in a different place; each time with a different song, but each time the song on the radio was playing in the same key and at the same place as the song in my head.

The only conclusion I must draw is that I have psychic power. Totally irrelevant, totally useless psychic power.