Karmic whiplash....
The perpetual state of Doodler's existance.
For every pat on the back, there is an equal and opposite knee to the groin...
Take tonight (please). I'm on my way home, typically busy night on the stretch of road I live on, courtesy of obnoxious levels of real estate development, and I pass the intersection from hell. Its right by the Savage Mill and its in desperate need of a streetlight. There's an endless stream of traffic, and a lotta people stuck at the T waiting for a chance to lunge.
Well, tonight, someone's lunge came a wingin' my way.
An SUV pulls out ahead of me, all clear, he had plenty of time, and revealed a little Toyota sitting on the other side of him. Said Toyota driver had apparently been waiting a while. So, deciding somehow that the monster four door sedan in the near lane was a mirage, she goes for it.
Thankfully, both our brakes were good. Barest bink of an impact, and best of all, no crunch of sheet metal or plastic. So, we pull over to the side, I hop out of the car, and scoot around to inspect the damage. Wee bit of a divot of paint and a streak of distorted paint on the passenger door. While I'm having my look see, the other driver pops out, and she's a little slip of thing, maybe half my size who's eyes go wide when I stand to full height. Well, what can I say, I've got a wicked scowl, and I wasn't amused. Inhale, exhale, tell her (since she's got the look of death on her face 'cause this one was all on her) to forget it, its a scuff.
Ok, so I'm a softy offline. Don't tell anyone.
Get home, check the mail, and that's when the karma kicks in...
Yup, the payment book JUST arrived in the mail, haven't even made the first payment yet.
Where's the rum...
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I'm not completely heartless, the doctor who removed it told me he'd never be able to get it all.
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