Ok so I know the principal of karma isn't some malevolent force that inflicts hard lessons in the current life. That's just the Universe swinging its cosmic 2x4. If you're really not paying attention it sometimes runs you down with its cosmic Mack Truck. This was one of those moments of feeling the lumber. The sting means it's working.
After work yesterday I had some time to kill. I stopped into the tearoom for a bit then as closing time approached I chose to walk over to the Gallivan Center Plaza. As I waited to cross Main I was approached by a man asking for spare change. "I don't normally carry cash," I told him. He made some faces, muttered something under his breath and walked away. I discussed this later with friends and mild amusement. Hold scene.
I imagine I looked to him the epitome of some spoiled bastard. I was lost in listening to my iPod, carrying my briefcase with free wireless internet in mind and dammit, I just looked fuckin' good doing it. Mind your step.
This morning I courted the snooze button. I played. I tinkered. I outright slept in. With no time to spare for breakfast I figured I'd grab something from the convenience store on my way to the train, but when I get there my card was declined? No time to concern myself with it. Gotta keep moving.
As I drove to the station I realized I don't even have change on me. Once on the train I was able to get online (yay for free wireless) and check my balance. Seems the bank posted a duplicate transaction on my rent payment placing me significantly overdrawn. I called the bank. They're working on it. They'll call me back. But here I sit, at my desk; no coffee; no breakfast.
I'm no longer amused, but still I think back to the panhandler yesterday and I realize how it certainly appears that my parachute has a hole in it. For the same reasons that I was unable to help care for that man are the same that I was made unable to care for myself. It's not karma; it's just the Universe again. Lesson learned.
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