Freeway spritzer

So a friend told me how my badcarma had somehow attached itself to her and her husband.

They were driving down the freeway and her husband turned on the window spritz to clear the windshield.

A few seconds later a car that had been behind them raced around and got in front of them, the occupants apparently using the little "birdie" on their hand at my friend and her husband.

"What the...?" they thought.

The other car pulled right in front of my friend and started playing all kinds of games speeding up and slowing down and spraying its windshield spritzer.

Ok, my friend thought, they're mad because they got sprinkled with the windshield spritzer. But THIS was going too far!

Instead of counseling her husband to slow down, pull to the right and just let this obviously over stressed individual go about his business, she got PISSED.

"Oh no!" she said. "You did NOT just flip off my man!"

"Get him, Julio, follow him! Come on, lets get him!" she continued.

Now, Julio is no wimp. In fact, he carries a gun for a living. But he was smart enough to see that his wife was in the irrational grip of BADCARMA.

"Uh, I don't think so," he told her.

And thank goodness...my badcarma was stopped in its tracks! At least for the rest of that ride...

Badcarma goes camping

Did I mention that earlier this summer some friends, who unwittingly caught my badcarma and then foolishly rented an RV, went camping?

Well, they did (go camping). In a big ol' RV that had all the comforts of home. Well, except they were meeting me, my husband and some other friends first, before getting to their final destination.

And apparently, that's all it took. Badcarma was on the move. It attacked the RV's fridge.

So despite all their best laid plans, and money, all the comforts of home could only be found, well, at home.

No chilled champagne, no cool ice cream, no keeping meat frozen until they needed it on THIS camping trip.

Wish I could feel sorry for them...but I prefer tents.