When your 2 year old screams, "No!" at you and hits you. Then when he turns to walk away he trips over his firetruck: (not getting hurt of course, I'm not that cruel) Karma.
When you help an older woman pick up all the boxes of hair color after she knocked literally every one off the shelf at the store and then you find a $10 bill on the ground by your car: Karma.
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I rifle through the diaper bag, which has enough junk we could be lost in the wilderness for a month and still survive, to try and find an extra package for the little boy. I hear her respond loudly, yet not to me, "Oh, is that those fruit snack things? They are just straight sugar. We do not eat those." "But mom, can we get some?" "No, I have healthier snacks for you over here."
After I was done apparently poisoning my kids, we left the aquarium and saw Mrs. Healthy headed to her car. As I put the boys into the car, she started to yell, this time to me,"Oh my god, did you get a ticket?!?!"
"No, because I parked my car facing in the right direction. I think there is a law about parking in the wrong direction on the side of a street." Smug? Oh yeah. She continues yelling, "But this is the right side of the street!" "Nope. This is a one way street, so you are facing the wrong way."
"Well how would anyone know this is a one way street? There is absolutely no way to know that!" I search frantically for a way to burst her bubble. When I can't find one, another mom watching the episode comes to my rescue, "Actually, there are stop signs on both sides of the street, and on the opposite sides are Do Not Enter signs you must have passed when you turned onto the street."
And there you have it folks; karma.
I don't wish bad things on people, especially harm, but a big fat fine? Any day. Especially for someone who had it coming. My kids may be doped up on fruit snacks, but they will know how to legally park a car.
