Karma's Bitch

Karma’s Bitch
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So anyone who knows me knows about Latin Thunder that lives upstairs. Today as I fed my birds I glanced out the window and saw two of my heavy footed neighbors out in the snow trying to shovel out thier car with a broken shovel. I don't know why I had pity on them considering how many migraines they have contributed to. But I did and thus the story unfolds. I cut my finger open trying to open the window to call out to them so I opted to banging on the window and signaling them to come to my door. I handed them a snow shovel I got in the hall and some pizza boxes. Upon realizing that there was a language barrior I tried using hand motions as to why I was giving them pizza boxes. They never got that concept but they made use of the snow shovel. Now it gets interesting. I come across the knowledge that the snow shovel was the property of the woman next door. I apologized several times and she said all was well. All was NOT well...not well at all. I hear her spazzing in the hall talking to herself and well...suffice to say I knew I was Karma's Bitch. The story ends with her yelling at the Mexicans. "Mine MINE..mine..." Suffice to say she retrieved her shovel, I gave them the two in the hall that actually did belong to the building after telling the confused duo that she was a "mucho loco gringa" and thier car was shoveled out, the walk was cleared and they were amazed by my bi-lingual skills. I have to say I am a bit frazzled, my finger hurts like hell, my feet are froze from the snow puddles in the hall that my compression hose soaked up and I am one hot mess. I have come to the conclusion that today...as several others have when I try to do the right thing has been trumped by Murphy's Law. So I end up being Karma's Bitch.