In university I started noticing things I wanted to happen would not actually happen until I started complaining. It started when I was playing Magic with a friend in the RPG Club. (Yes, I'm that big of a nerd.) The lights were out due to maintenance, which was talking longer than it was supposed to, so we decided that as soon as the game was over, we would complain. However, just as we stood up to go, the lights turned back on. "Alright, let's go down there and complain." ... lights flicker on ... "Damn straight. Told you they would listen to us."
I noticed this a lot with the bus. I could be early, on time, or late. It wouldn't arrive until after I started swearing. "Where the #@$!*&ing bus?" And then it would arrive. Buses, sports teams, etc. It happened so often I named it. Control of the Little Insignificant Trivialities of the Observable Reality Indicative of the Supernatural.
Or CLITORIS for short.
Then one day after summoning the bus I said, "I would give this up if I could win the lotto." And that week I did. $1. It stopped working.
True story.
(For the most part. Obviously I wasn't doing anything and the 'power' was nothing more than conformation bias in action. But it was fun while it lasted.)