The swarm of mitochondria and kharmic retribution
I was in my early twenties and I had been working as an Assistant Manager at a nationally known pizza place. I had a wonderful girlfriend that I did anything for, and very little care in the world.

I didn't make much working there, but I always had money to take the afore-mentioned lady friend anywhere she wanted. This was due to the activity of skimming from the pizza joint. See, back before the interwebs and computers in every pocket, most restaurants worked on a percentage of food to profits. It was a weekly percentage, so, say you sold a day's worth of pies, said you sold none and pocketed the money, none were wiser.

My girlfriend had been wanting to go to Magic Mountain (A local amusement park) for some time so I lined my filthy ill-gotten coffers with the profits from an entire week's worth of pizza.

I had nearly $200, which back in 1991 was a monstrous amount, so we set a date and went to amuse ourselves. I paid for us to get in, then for a small lunch...

Little did I know that karma was about to reciprocate ten fold...

Not more than an hour after we got there I lost my keys on an attraction, to this day I have no idea which. This wasn't really that big of a deal since I had a spare in a secure place under the vehicle. We went about playing and eating and having a good time when karma hit me for the second time.

Not ten minutes after I had lost the keys a plane from the local airport was flying too low, lost control and slammed into the above ground power lines that fed directly into the park. Now there were no attractions, no food and nothing to do.

So we decided to leave. Deciding to make the best of a bad situation we were going to high tail it to another fun location. I had not spent much of my ill gotten wealth and after all the day wasn't that.

So we walk to the car and I reach gingerly under the vehicle where the magnetic key holder was located. Alas, it was not there! Karma's final blow was to ensure that we had no choice but to spend the day walking in over 100 degree heat, with rides working sporadically and no possible hope of escape. I burned through my money playing arcade games and had to spend the last of what I had calling a locksmith to come and make me a new key.

An entire day was destroyed, all because I stole pizza monies. The first and LAST time I ever took from an employer.

No apologies for length.
( Scoopzilla http://www.slapwatch.com now get to fuck, Thu 21 Feb 2008, 22:27, 1 reply)

That's what
AAA is for.
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Thu 21 Feb 2008, 23:24, closed)