So Predictable

In response to the Emily Dickinson poem that I posted earlier:

R: So...It would be acceptable to stare a the cleavage in a woman's mind?

Me:  Sigh, Yes, I suppose so.

R; Great!

Me: I knew you would say something exactly like that even while I was typing out that poem.

R: Dammit, I hate being predictable. But you have to admit that it was pretty funny anyway.

Me: Fine. It was pretty funny.  BUT predictable.