Karma is a bitch; I love karma for that.
Thursday someone was unflinchingly snarky and cruel to a
friend of mine. This certain someone
needed my friend's cooperation to pull off an important work presentation on
Friday. After screaming at my pal in
front of others, minors no less, this certain someone thought she had the upper
hand.
All she did was embarrass herself.
Well, that's not entirely true. She pissed off karma and Mother Nature, as
well.
You see, Friday our minor snowfall of two to four inches
turned into a major Nor'easter, dumping twelve to eighteen inches of snow on
our immediate area. The snow totals made
our region look suspiciously like a target, as if Mother Nature suddenly grew
really pissed off at something and let us have it with both barrels.
It was awesome.
Sure, it sucked that I had to shovel, but the extra two
hours of sleep I got after the day (and the infamous presentation) got canceled
was totally worth it. I sent my friend
an email saying: "Karma is a
bitch. Screw her!" While I was clicking send, she was doing the
exact same thing. Our matching emails
crossed paths in cyberspace, waved to each other, and continued on their merry
way.
Karma and Mother Nature are two crazy bitches, and you
shouldn't mess with either one.
Lest you believe I got off scot-free (which has nothing to
do with Dred Scott nor the Scots), that couldn't be further from the
truth. Karma and Mother Nature both bit
my ass today, too.
My landlords sometime help clear the snow from the driveways,
including mine, but more often than not, I do it myself. For the last couple of years, the landlords
have had a snow blower to help out, and they've been very generous in clearing
most of the area. Oh, sure, some could
say it's their job, and that's true to a point, but my landlords totally rock
and have been really good to me, so the least thing I can do is haul my own
garbage to the curb once a week and shovel some snow when it falls.
During the last big snow storm, the blizzard two weeks ago,
their snow blower was in the shop, so we were all out there helping each other
and getting ourselves out of the mountains of white crap. Friday, though, they got the phone call --
The snow blower was repaired and ready.
The only problem: All of the
vehicles to go and pick it up were snowed in … and had to be shoveled out. We shoveled again, a storm dumping almost as
much snow as the blizzard, a storm that was supposed to be negligible. I am damn sore from shoveling, yet again.
Karma is a bitch, and Mother Nature has a marvelous sense of
the ironic.
But it's all good.
It's completely acceptable because in the end the asshole's presentation
tanked. Not only did it tank, but the
weather annihilated it.
That's what you
get for being a bitch to my friend. That's what you deserve when treat
people like they have no value or intelligence.
That's what we call
karma. Bitch.
Don't piss on karma, folks, because if she decides to get her friends involved, you just might
find yourselves knee deep in shit … or snow … whichever is more effective at
the moment.
