I can't remember if it was late at night, in the middle of the night, or early morning. All I know is that I went to the bathroom, half asleep, and could not find the darn light switch.
"Ugh!", I said, feeling all around the dark bathroom wall, totally stressed that I was going to touch a spider or something equally hideous.
In my mind I was thinking about how my hand is trained to find the light switch. Out of habit, it just knows where to reach on the wall. I never have to think about it. Realizing that, I was in the middle of trying to clear my brain of all thought so that the habitual instinct would take over and guide my hand to the light. Just then, Mr. T walked by.
Since he was awake, I'm guessing it wasn't the middle of the night.
"I can't find the dumb light switch!" I exclaimed.
He calmly reached into the bathroom and turned it on.
I must have really been out of it because when he brought it up the next morning I didn't even remember it.
We tend to chalk moments like this up to "the spice of life."