Sweet, Sweet Karma

It stormed yesterday afternoon in Philadelphia, and it more than rained, it poured. That left huge puddles in the roads. And that's when the jerk drivers have a heyday.

I was walking at the corner of 18th and Walnut when I hear a truck rev up. The driver veered right into the bus lane, which had a foot of standing water in it in front of the Barnes and Noble. It was like slow motion. A business guy. iPod. Walking right next to the gutter. A huge wave. A soaking.

The pickup driver purposely swerved to splash the guy with filthy Philly water. That sucked, but then came the sound of sweet, sweet karma. And with that sound came flashing lights. Police siren, baby, the sound of karma.

A cop was behind the jerk in the pickup truck. And he nailed that prick. Just for fun I followed the guy who got splashed down to the pulled over truck. All kinds of Marines and Semper Fi and Support Our Troops stickers all over the truck. Beauty, support our troops, because we want the freedom to be a jagoff and splash people at will. It's in the Second Amendment, right? Well, funguol, asshole.

"Karma's a bitch," I said to Mr. Semper Fi. The guy who got splashed had a lot more to say to the cop. It was a good day.

Oh, I got a free loaf of bread at Le Bus that the manager gave me as I walked by. All was right in the world.