Just a moment ago, frustrated by the ongoing construction outside my studio apartment, I banged my fist on the window and shook my finger disapprovingly at the men in trucks below.

Immediately the beeps stopped beeping, the trucks turned off their engines and the shoveling and jackhammering totally subsided.  It was dead quiet.

For about five minutes, that is, until they started right back up.  They were grinding the gravel with their huge trucks, paving the street again with that stinky, black muck.  But for about five minutes I felt like maybe I had some secret super power or something.  All is took was the rap of my hand and a stern look and all the noise I’d heard for days was gone.

So I tried it again.  I went to the window and rapped not too forcefully, believing that maybe I had somehow gained the ability to hush construction crews with a single touch of my hand, at which time my fist went right through the glass.

Seems those with super powers hide under the covers and squeal, "I’m in so much trouble!" when they accidentally punch out a window.