About a year or so ago, it was early morning and I'm at my computer with my windows open. I live in a 165 year old Victorian mid-terrace row house on a very tiny cul-de-sac, so tiny that only three cars can park on it single file without blocking what is left of the street. You could prolly fit about 4 Krystal (or White Castle) bathrooms on the street.
Anyway, the neighbor across the way was getting some outside work done. The guy had a drill and was drilling into the stone of the neighbor's house. The sound was loud and drowning out what I was listening too, even though I was wearing headphones. I was working on something rather important at the time and was having trouble concentrating on what I was typing due to the drilling noise.
So, I stopped typing. And I just stared ahead of me and pictured the drill breaking or stopping... because the noise was really getting to me - it was 7:30AM for goodness sake! It was so early my dog was still sleeping!
I focused on the image in my head of the drill not being on - just imagined the opposite of however they were using it. Because, at the time just thinking about something happening to the drill, made me feel better, don't know why but it just did.
About 10 mins later, I heard silence...no more drilling! And then about one mintue after that I heard this in a great booming Yorkshire accented voice:
"Oh Nooooo ya broke it!"
There was no more drilling for that day.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
XD