Heck of a guy?

No, not a heck of a guy. Just unreasonably lucky!

Wait, just you wait....he'll get his!

That ain't nuthin!

So here's Mr. Goodcarma's "badcarma" tales of woe.

I really think I have him beat...besides he tops it off with a goodcarma tale of all ages! One that would NEVER work for me!!


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Oh I had badcarma too. For instance the day I decided to brave an at grade crossing between Truxtun and California Ave for the first time in three years. I cross the intersection of Truxtun, heading south and committing myself to the effort -- just as the train arms come down. No worries, I think. I will wait it out. I proceed to sit there for 10 minutes until the end of the train is in sight. Of course, THAT is when the train decides to come to a complete halt and just sit there, blocking the intersection.

Or how about just a few minutes ago where I get stuck behind a car waiting to make a left turn (on a street without a left turn lane.) The car sits there waiting for traffic to clear in the opposite direction. Forever! Then at the last minute they give up and drive through the intersection -- just in time for them to make it, but to leave me stuck behind the red light. And to top it off? The car gets in the left turn lane at the next street and IMMEDIATELY gets a green arrow. Meanwhile it took me another 10 minutes to get through the intersection cause of that jackass.

Of course I also had goodcarma on Thanksgiving day when I had to drive somewhere after drinking about 6-7 beers. At one point a cop pulls behind me and I am thinking, "I am driving a car with expired registration, I left my wallet at home and I am totally buzzed. I am going to jail on Thanksgiving." But I didn't. The cop drove by and I even waved at him!

Dodging a bullet

This is a tale from a friend of mine. Anyone who knows me, KNOWS this wouldn't happen to me. I'd be in the slammer in a matter of minutes. Cops hate me...

Maybe his goodcarma will rub off on me? NAAAAAAHHHH

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Get this tale of goodcarma, sort of.

So I have been flaking on getting my car smogged. I just can't get around to it, so my registration is long overdue. Well one Sunday night I am driving back from Fresno, about 20 minutes south of town. I am cruising along at 80 mph and listening to a book on tape on my MP3 player, with headphones.

In my peripheral vision I see a car passing me on the right and when I glance over I see it is a CHP cruiser. Then, to my horror, the cop hits his brakes. He slows and holds a position behind my car. This is never a good sign. I know he is checking me out. And I know he is gonna realize my registration is overdue.

So I started pulling over to the side of the road. Before he even lit me up. Eventually he hits the lights and tells me over his loudspeaker to take the next offramp. I follow his instructions, pull around a corner and shut the car down, waiting for him to come write me a ticket. The cop car pulls behind me, sits for a minute and then -- he drives off. Without a word. I sat there not knowing what the heck to do.

Was the guy called away for an emergency? Would he be writing me a ticket and mailing it to me? Was this all just a joke? Was he trying to trick me into driving off and then bust me for something more serious?

Anyway, I sat there for a few minutes and then continued on my way home, ticket free.