KarmaSue Denham writes, "I once slipped out of work two hours early without the boss noticing. In my hurry to make the most of this petty victory, I knocked myself out on the car door and spent the rest of the day semi-conscious, bowking rich brown vomit over my one and only suit."
Have you been visited by the forces of Karma, or watched it happen to other people?
Thanks to Pooflake for the suggestion
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chthonic, Thu 21 Feb 2008, 14:24)
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A long time agoIn a galaxy far, far away (well, at school), we had a teacher called Mrs Knaggs. Knaggs by name, not *quite* Knaggs by nature - she had a well fierce reputation, and did indeed have many shouty moments, but if you were on her good side she'd happily regale you with tales of how she couldn't go on the pill because she'd had a thrombosis, so used a Cap instead, and how she fitted it by lifting her leg up the side of the bath.
So this one time, well after school had finished, we'd been at band practice or some such activity, and were having a lark running in the corridor on our way home. All smiles and schoolboy pranks as we ran towards the door ... and then, out of nowhere, comes Mrs. Knaggs. The loudest "Oi!" I've ever heard, and immediately both my calves cramp up in the most agonizing pain, dropping me to the floor, poleaxed. I didn't even hear the rest of the telling off it hurt so much. The second she stopped, so did the pain.
Witchcraft or Karma? You decide. Although I've long since left scholastic endeavours behind, I don't run in corridors any more.
Anyway, she eventually married the deputy head, changed her name and calmed down a bit. I sometimes wonder if he was ever privy to a glimpse of her insertion technique....
Length? About 20 yards before I get cramp.
(, Fri 22 Feb 2008, 18:34, Reply)
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