Dinnertime was almost at hand, and so I went to get some silverware. “Stabby, stabby,” I thought to myself, as I reached out to get a knife. Then I reached for a spoon as the words “scoopy, scoopy” passed through my mind. As I reached towards the forks, my mind went blank. After being dumbfounded for a moment, I surveyed the three pieces of silverware in my hand. The knife caught my attention once more. “Slicey, slicey.” I was happy again.
That’s my mundane and pointless story (and it’s based on a true story!). Now, my question for you is: what should I have thought as I reached for that fork?