Good karma, good karma.. no whammies… STOP!
The Good Karma Story:
My dog, Hendrix, loves my cell phone chargers. Loves them so much, in fact, he can’t help but eat one at least once a week.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty handy. I grew up on the farm, for God Sakes. I can fix a little cord. It’s easy.. strip the black rubbery part off and touch wires to wires, then twist and cover with black tape. I may not know the lingo, but I can do it. Damn right.
IF ONLY he chewed the cords, instead of the actual plug-in parts.
Hence, I’ve spent about $60 bucks in the last month on phone chargers. Not in the budget, I can assure you.
So, yet again for the 4th time, I went to Radio Shack yesterday to buy a phone charger. It’s so annoying, when I walk in now, the lady (Amanda) says, “Hendrix got another one?” Yes, bitch. Now get my charger, you know where it is. After deciding on the Mother of All Chargers (car, wall, retractable cord, etc, etc) I went to charge my phone… of course.
Well, they gave me 2. I only paid for 1, but there were 2 Mother of All Chargers in my bag.
Vat to do…Vat to do…
I took it back. Not because I wanted to, trust that! but because I know, that in my world, bad karma would totally come back to me. I just know it. Not only would Hendrix chew them both, but I’d plug them in and they’d blow up my apartment or something. Bad Karma Happens.
After getting home, I felt pretty good about myself for being an honest citizen of this community I live in…
I realized that I needed another book of checks. I searched everywhere for them (because of course I didn’t know where they were) and finally found them in a drawer that never gets opened. We all have them. I like to call them “The Top Drawer” That’s the drawer that everything gets thrown into when you don’t have a place for it.. like your spare checks.
Upon opening the box for a new book of checks — $100 Bill Baby! Woot!!
I folded it, and held it up to the light, just to make sure it was real!!
Good Karma came back to me… Do good and good will come!!
On another note… I may be able to hide my own Easter Eggs in a few years. Good Job hiding stuff, self. Touche.
