Every so often, when we're discussing Attention Deficit Disorder, or sociopaths, or bratty kids, or sophomoric humor, or any of several other similar topics, my girlfriend (she's a mother of four and a nurse, so these topics all actually come up from time to time) will reach out her arm and waggle her fingers, then draw it back, then stick it out again, and draw it back...
She is miming Max playing with the electric eye automatic door.
It has actually become a common, unspoken-yet-perfectly-understood part of our personal communication.
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