Maybe Just A Little Good Karma?

First of all, I have always believed that Karma is bullshit.

Sure, what goes around very often comes around, but there are way too many motherfuckers walking around living fabulous lives who do terrible things.

Still, I do like the thought of good Karma.

I thought perhaps Randy and I snagged ourselves a little of the good Karma Saturday night, but now I’m not so sure.

We had a fairly lovely day. We cleaned our entire house. We went to visit my parents and sister and I got to play with her dogs for a little bit. My older son turned 34 on Saturday, and his brother celebrated with him, so Randy and I had the house to ourselves for the evening.

I decided after having such a busy day, that we’d get some Doordash delivery instead of messing up our newly detailed kitchen. good karma statue

So, we had a few cocktails and put in an order for a Gomez Salsa Turtles.

I have a small table on my front porch. I waited for the driver to put the bag down and went out to get it.

I realized there was a problem instantly because the bag said something about “burgers” on it.

I peeked inside, just to be sure, and it was definitely not our food.

We live on a cul de sac, so the driver had to go to the end of my street to turn around. I flagged him down and told him we had the wrong food. He apologized profusely, got the bag of burgers, and left a bag on my table.

I picked the bag up, took it inside and told Randy that the food was here.

Then, I opened the bag.

There wasn’t so much Mexican food in the bag as there were video games.

At first, I thought it was a bag of DVDs, but upon further inspection, they were X-Box video games.

We laughed until we cried.

So, I texted the Doordash dude and said he gave us a bag of video games. He texted back OMG I AM SO SORRY. I WILL BE RIGHT THERE!

I felt sorry for the guy.

I mean, we already got the wrong food and then we got “not food”. But Randy and I found the whole thing so amusing, that he grabbed his wallet and we waited for the dude to get back.

He sees us both standing there and I have to assume he thought we were going to scream and yell at him or something.

He handed us our food and Randy handed him ten bucks. I mean, we already tipped him through the Doordash app, but anything that can make both of us laugh that much is worth ten bucks.

The kid looked a little bewildered as that exchange didn’t go as I assume he expected.

I thought maybe we picked up a few Karma points for that.

Then, I woke up Sunday morning with vertigo so bad that I could barely walk. I spent the entire day in bed. I couldn’t even sit up.

I’m better this morning, but far from okay. I’m calling my doctor as soon as the office opens. I’m fully vaccinated, but I’m still going to request a COVID test. I don’t have a fever or anything, but my sinuses are completely wrecked.

So, it’s like I said. Karma is bullshit.

But I’m still glad we over-tipped that guy.

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  • Oh no! I had vertigo once – not something I’d like to experience again! Please let the test come back negative!
    I’m guessing it was the driver’s first day on the job. Maybe the last, if he did the same with previous deliveries. Please feel better soon and wish your son a Happy Birthday from a total stranger!

  • I do believe in Karma. I have to believe in it with some of the people I deal with at work. I don’t know how many times I’ve said “I hope Karma bites you in the ass”, under my breath of course. I’m happy you had a great Saturday and evening. I hope you feel better soon.

  • You two were wonderfully patient and I’m sure he appreciated it. As far as vertigo, I’ve had it and once had to spend an entire day in bed. Usually it means some inner-ear disequilibrium. So sorry!

  • I hate, loathe, despise vertigo. It is the worst. I assume you have antivert in your medicine chest, which of course knocks you out, but anything is better than vertigo.

  • I used to hang out with some serious Judo people, and they were very Japan-centric, and would correct people they were talking to when they used the word Karma.
    “No. Karma means destiny. What you’re talking about is poetic justice.”
    I imagine that they were correct in their criticism, but after hearing for the third or fourth time it got to be a bit much.
    Good on you for tipping the delivery guy having a rotten day.
    Been there. Done that. Still remember from decades ago a couple of customers who rescued absolutely horrible days with ten American dollars.
    I hope you don’t have covid.
    I’m vaccinated, and after the first party up at Terry’s house (or to be more specific, on Terry’s deck, I still wouldn’t have been comfortable indoors with that many unmasked people) I came down with diarrhea, which is one symptom of covid, but I think it probably had more to do with the baked beans with pork that had spent a few hours in the warming dish than with the goddamn plague.
    Vertigo sucks donkey balls.
    It took me years to get my vestibular system back where I could rely on it after my stroke, and still sometimes I stop up short trying to take the next step and get fully geeked out that my balance may or may not work well enough to allow that step to actually happen.
    It is reliable enough for me to walk by myself up to the mill pond each day, but last year with the smoke from the Creek Fire in the air, I had to stop walking up the hill because the steps were getting harder and harder to take and a couple of times I had to get Briana to go get the car and drive me back.
    Then getting up the driveway was terrifying.
    Fuck wildfires and fuck the smoke they put in the air.
    Please tell your son that I said happy birthday.

  • The good Karma goes on because now, you’ve also made me laugh.
    Wishing you more clean houses, good doggie visits and yummy food (eventually!).
    And far less vertigo.

  • Tipping is always good and I bet that’s not the first time your cul-de-sac has caused a delivery person some confusion. I grew up on a cul-de-sac called Tobylynn Circle and there was another one exactly parallel to it called Tobylynn Court and our mail was constantly getting lost because postal carriers couldn’t keep the two straight and also the Court people were assholes who threw away mail that wasn’t theirs, but, really, who in city planning had the brilliant idea of putting two identical cul-de-sacs literally four hundred feet from each other and giving them practically identical names?
    That was a bit of a tangent and I have no idea what it has to do with Karma, but happy birthday to your older son and I hope you feel better soon.

  • Vertigo sucks had it once and that was one time too many,
    Food delivery stuff ups happen and are so frustrating

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