Well my run in’s with karma never seem to end, it’s not that these are life ending run in’s or anything I’m either a walking poster boy for Murphy’s law, or a real life Forrest Gump.
Being that I’m not entirely mental and look nothing like Tom Hanks I’m going with the Murphy’s Law poster boy.
Murphy’s Law being that which can go wrong will go wrong.
Most of the cases I have to work on have some new and interesting twist to them that no one has ever happen to them or that happen so infrequently that that they can’t remember the last time that happened.
It’s not just the job, if I get in line at the store - it’s the slowest line
At a light I’m behind the person waiting for a different shade of green or trapped behind that guy who won’t pull up so you can get to the turning lane
If I say something it’s the wrong thing
Try to do the right thing and it turns around and bites me in the ass
Try to do a favor and it turns out it didn’t need to be done.
I’m not complaining mind you I’m just making observations
Who knows all this new experience has got to pay off at some point right?
Right?
So karma is still keeping me around as her whipping boy. Yay
Oh wait my mother is calling
Ciao
Invisible Don
Song Mother by The Police
PS I just thought the song would be a funny way to end the blog so If I have dated you I don't think you have become my mother
