Karma, you’re an assclown. But then again, just by nature, I guess I deserved it.
Picture it: a summer night in 1990. Three country boys, high on oreos, mountain dew, and the prospective mischief afforded those forward thinking bastards who were sneaky enough to buy a package of water balloons earlier that day. MWA-HA-HA, indeed. I don't know if you knew this about me, but my friends and I were the first ever to think up "throwing water balloons at cars". Seriously! We were so totally original.
Our plan was simple enough. The three of us knew the backwoods behind Danny's house better than anyone, so in the rare event that we pegged a car and that guy jumped out and came at us quijibo-style, we could disappear like ninjas. Ninjas, however, are usually smart enough not to toss their ninja weapons from the brush in front of one of their member's parents' house. Turns out drivers usually don't stop and chase after the vandals, but rather, they’ll stop and tell on them to the adults in charge.
So, yeah, I figured I paid my dues back then, what with Danny’s parents making us go to bed before we could watch whichever bond movie we’d decided on for that night, but Karma (assclown) decided otherwise. The other night, I was getting off the 198 and onto Delaware Ave and Karma magically re-routed one of the water balloons I’d thrown back in 1990 into the future, turned it into an egg, and aimed it smack onto the side of my Lumina. Yes, someone hit my car with an egg.
That’s payback with interest.
1 year ago