My father would sit in the basement family room mellowing out with his Manhattans and absorb magic powers. He could tell if me or one of my siblings were standing in front of the refrigerator in the kitchen (one story above) with the door open. We'd stare at empty shelves wondering what was to eat. My dad would go nuts. We'd always wonder how he knew. He was a electric bill task master. He'd get mad, but he'd always screw up the admonition. We'd always crack up. He'd yell "STOP STANDING IN FRONT OF THE REFRIGERATOR WITH THE DOOR OPEN"! But then he'd follow with "I'M NOT HEATING CLOSETS, YA KNOW"! We understood, but in the end, he'd never got it right. The rule - "don't waste my electricity". He'd probably save three bucks a month. What a nut.