When Karma Serves a Dish Best Served Hot
Oh, the sweet, sweet taste of karma! Some folks really believe they can stomp around our little planet, treating everyone like they’re unpaid extras in their personal movie. But guess what? Sometimes, our dear universe dishes out just desserts faster than you can say “unbelievable.” Here are three tales where karma decided it was time to dance.
The Business Class Showdown
Picture this: a packed flight where an elderly lady, Rhea, is taking her business class seat, every inch of her awareness focused on carrying herself with dignity. Enter, stage left, Mr. Snooty McSnootFace, who seems grossly offended by the mere presence of someone who doesn’t fit his narrow vision of “business class appropriate.”
This man felt the need to engage the services of an equally mortified flight attendant to challenge the old lady’s legitimacy in occupying such a prestigious seat. Feeling the weight of a million judgy eyes upon her, Rhea endured the whispered rebukes and audible huffs that echoed around.
Then, as if to add insult to injury, karma didn’t even need an intermission before stepping in. Rhea’s purse dropped, revealing a photograph of the airline’s pilot: her son. Suddenly, eyes widened from snarky judgment to shock—a son she had given up for a better life had reunited with her in the sky. Talk about a plot twist! Mr. Snooty faced an awkward silence. Ain’t karma a sly one?
The Restaurant Racket
And so, we find ourselves in a chic little restaurant, owned by the hardworking son of a modestly dressed woman. She’s just there to enjoy a cup of tea. Enter the fashion police: an overdressed woman with a penchant for being awful. She decided our protagonist didn’t fit the decor—talk about aesthetic crimes.
But the lady bit her tongue and moved, not realizing she was shifting from her son’s restaurant to her personal karmic revelation. The next day, that same snotty woman appeared on her doorstep, pretending oblivion, as the son’s girlfriend. Pleasant surprise? More like ironic disaster!
During a discussion on “future investments,” ‘girlfriend dearest’ revealed her cunning plan to treat the son as her personal ATM. Little did she know, her melodrama had been broadcasted in Dolby surround sound to everyone in the café, thanks to a clever phone-to-speaker trick! The son’s eyes burned with realization, and her jig was thoroughly up.
The Bus Bench Brouhaha
Last, but certainly not least, is the tale of Mr. Fancy Suit who thought he could swipe a bus seat mid-journey. Taking the seat from its rightful owner, who was merely helping another passenger, this individual must have thought himself quite the clever clogs.
Not long into the ride, the universe decided it was time for a ‘reality check’. Right behind Mr. Fancy Pants was a baby, fulfilling its vocal exercises with gusto, accompanied by some energetic seat-kicking. But that wasn’t the end of it. His attempts to fix a leaky rooftop hatch backfired, leaving him damp and defeated—a soggy, humiliated mess.
What Karen Thinks
If I’ve learned anything from these tales, it’s this: the universe has a sense of humor. It’s not above a little sit-com worthy drama to keep entitled folks in check. So, dear readers, perhaps it’s best to keep our noses out of the air and our feet firmly planted on the ground. Because if you don’t, karma’s going to prepare a three-act play starring you as the lead in “Humilination: The Musical.” Cheerio!
