Last night, I was passed on the highway by a decrepit Pinto.  That should have been the indicator of something dreadfully wrong right there.  I don’t who was more souped up, the car or the driver, but I got a quick lesson in folding space.  This kid made the spaces between cars on that four lane highway look like some kind of righteous asphalt origami, he was zipping between cars so quickly.  Fortunately, before he could turn one of us into a Crane (or a mass of twisted metal and reorganized flesh REQUIRING a crane), he made the mistake of passing a cop driving just in front of me headed the same direction.  Blue lights can be a beautiful sight.

Mama Karma don’t miss and, like FedEx, She delivers EVERY TIME.  I’m still smiling — grateful for lives that were likely saved and because, well, let’s face it… how often do you get to see karma coming home to roost THAT FAST?

What’s your story of instant karma in action?  You have to tell me if you smiled.