About a year ago, before I started feeling all Lyme-y and before Skeletor's major behavioral issues surfaced, I was gainfully employed working on an ambulance for the local hospital. It was while working here that I was witness (well, ear witness) to the single greatest example of karma that I can imagine. There I was,
I don't know what happened to him, because his physical well-being was not my concern seeing as he was such a douche kabob. Maybe he lived, maybe he died, maybe he lost his arm. Who knows? Doesn't really matter, because the point in the story where he gets bitten is where every single person I know ceases to care what happened to him afterward. And, there you have it, folks: my absolute favorite example of karma. Now, I'm going to go drink Nyquil, and pass out.