Is it karma, kismet, coincidence, conspiracy?
I realized there was something very wrong with the steering in my car, so I went to the dealer and sat for many hours tonight for phase one of repairs for some kind of crack to the place where the power steering fluid lives. Without a computer and my cell phone unable to connect to my email, the isolation was complete.
As I sat, I thought, “Huh, I haven’t heard from M., wonder what he’s up to?” He calls. He’s been busy, sitting in a Pep Boys trying to find out if it was a drained battery able to spark back to life or a dead one in his car.
He was calling from the waiting room where he was sitting and waiting, reaching me in the waiting room where I was sitting, also waiting.
Cue spooky music and wavy mystic lines. Just like everyday people featured in a Time Life book series, we were separated by 3,000 miles and still living parallel lives.
What does it mean? What does all of this mean!?
Good karma begets great karma. I must do something good to be able to live a parallel lives with a beau spirit.
Anyway, my karma was almost shattered this morning when I drove into the cafe parking lot to get my morning fix. All went well until I was about to pull out of my space. Behind me a housewife was standing right behind my car, talking on a cell phone. Housewife on cellphone, standing in my way….GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
I waited patiently for aminute or two, thinking if I start my car engine, she would get out of the way. But she was oblivious….Finally I honked, she jumped, there were a bunch of firemen drinking coffee outside…they laughed. I guess, they have experienced housewife from suburb hell.