I communicate at a higher level

I'm looking for something at work, and my coworker tells me that it's in the bottom drawer of the file cabinet.

So I open the top drawer, get laughed at by my boss, close the top drawer and open the bottom one. Turns out? Coworker meant the top drawer all along and I was right. In my wrongness. If you know what I mean.

Stuff like this happens to me all the time. One day my phone rang, and when I picked it up, This Guy said "Babe!" And I replied, "I know, isn't it awful?"

I think I can thank my family for this one. We're a bunch of talkers, but, not unlike birds, we are easily distracted by shiny pretty things. I'm the worst of the lot, but Right of Center's up there, too. Anyway, we'll start by talking about who gets the shower first in the morning and rove through politics, weekend plans, annoying quirks of our friends, dance routines, class scheduling, and what's for dinner tomorrow before we address the shower question. If we ever address the shower question. Mom will start a conversation in the morning about a topic discussed last night with no preamble whatsoever. Dad chucks song lyrics around like water balloons. We'll analyze a situation involving three women, never name names, and use "she" to describe all of them. I've had conversations that have wandered into a thicket seventeen degrees of digression off the main trail then snapped back to the point in an instant.

So I've learned to pay attention to the context clues. Even the subharmonic aural vibrations, if you will. How else can you explain this scene from the local anime shop:

Me: I wonder if--

This Guy: They don't have it.

Me: Crap. Hey, is that--

This Guy: No.

Me: Someday, we won't even have to talk. I'll quirk and eyebrow and you'll pass me the pepper.