It’s Karma-ing back to me!
I believe in karma. And I’d like to think that Karma believes in me. Cheesy? Yep. Sincere? Definitely. Today on the bus, people were starting to pack it in like sardines so at some point I offered an older woman my seat. It seemed common enough for me, considering that, where I grew up, if I hadn’t offered my seat, I could expect a swift smack on the noggin.
Later, when I reached my stop, I hopped out and continued on my merry way. I’m incredibly fortunate that I wasn’t wearing my headphones because not ten seconds after I’ve jumped off, I heard someone yelling for me. He had, in his hand, my monthly bus pass! I guess it slipped out of my pocket somehow. This gentleman was kind enough to (probably) yell at the driver to quickly stop the bus so he could return my pass. Wow…It’s been a while since I’ve actually had a sense of karma give me the reach around. Seriously.
So what’s the moral of my story? Always keep a better eye on your sh*t. Oh wait, that’s not it. Um…oh, help others because you never know, someone else may help you.
And keep a better eye on your sh*t.