My Powers Are Beyond Your Understanding

(Sigh), I seem to have developed at least one super power, the ability to effortlessly get a garden hose tangled and kinked into knots so horrendous that it would make a Phrygian blanch.  I've dealt with dozens of hoses over my lifetime, almost all of them "guaranteed" not to kink up on me.  And all of them do.  And when I set them down, no matter how carefully, when I pick them up again they are woven into a spaghetti-like hell. Half my time in the garden is spend untangling hoses - it never fails. I remember old posters put out by the boy scouts and sea scouts with pictures of all sorts of knots one could/should be able to make.  Ha!  I laugh at their puny efforts.  Why, I can leave a simple garden hose draped out straight, end-to-end in the evening, and by the next morning it will have twisted itself into a non-euclidean horror that would  blast Stephen Hawkings mind to bits.    I have the gift, apparently.  And now you'll excuse me, I have to go water the garden...