I stop at the same deli in Manhattan everyday on the way to work to grab something for breakfast. Usually it's a bagel. Sometimes it's a strawberry and cheese croissant. Anyway, a few weeks ago I decided to get a cranberry muffin for the first time. I went up to the counter and before I said what I wanted, the girl said, "cranberry muffin?" I said, "yes" and was more than a little weirded out. Over the next few weeks I ordered nothing but bagels and croissants.
Today, I walked in the deli with another cranberry muffin on my mind, and sure enough, the same girl said, "cranberry muffin?" before I could open my mouth. I didn't ask questions again out of sheer bewilderment.
It's really, really bizarre.
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UPDATE:
Today, I went to the deli and bought a drink. A different girl was at the register, but the Telepathic one walked up to the counter...
TELEPATHIC GIRL: No cranberry muffin today?
ME: Not today... Hey, how do you always know when I want cranberry muffins? I don't order them much.
TELEPATHIC GIRL: I just know. (big smile)
I tried not to make eye contact for too long because I was afraid she might steal my soul somehow.