"I'm going to write down the secret of luck so I get it perfectly.  And then the world will be mine!"  You cackle maniacally.

        "No," Doris says.

        "No?  No!  You can't do this to me!  I'm so close!  How can you lead me along with dreams of grandeur then suddenly pull the rug out from under me, dashing everything I looked forward to?  How can you now just change your mind and tell me no?"

        Doris sighs.  "I mean no, you can't write down anything on that piece of paper you picked up off my desk.  That's the last page of the project summary report I've been working on for the last three weeks."

        You can't meet Doris' gaze as you carefully lay the paper back on her desk.  "Sorry," you mumble.  "My imagination got the best of me."

        "And that's why the next step in spell-casting is important."

        Still a little abashed, you keep your head down and fiddle with a hangnail.  "Okay, so what's the fourth step?"