Tuesday, March 16, 2010
I hope whoever (s)he is, that karma is a far bigger bitch than I ever could be, and pays them back tenfold.
You know, like blowing up the engine in *their* new car. Or at the very least, allowing some small child who's mommy lets them take the shopping cart to the corral, ram into the side of it and leave a nice mark like what happened to mine.
(I don't know this for a fact but it's too low to be a door ding, so something had to be rammed into it, and since I was only at the grocery store and the nursing home Sunday, I'm guessing it wasn't dear old Mrs. Smith and her walker.).
Seriously, do you know what I could do with that $300? I sure as shit wasn't planning to donate it to my friendly neighborhood body shop!
Oh well. Deep breath. Relax. Stop making the voodoo doll....
It's only money.