Any CF Karma stories

[Bethany83]

Inspired by yesterday's thread of the bill splitting karma, which was very uplifting to read, can anyone share any stories where CF got their come uppence? These will be a wonderful read for all especially victims of CF!
I don't have any to offer I am afraid...

Well, there are a lot of CFs in the world.

My variation is being in my 20s working as an engineer in a large company. I had a meeting scheduled for that morning, with people from our major customer, a huge national organisation.

As I walked downstairs about half an hour before the meeting, some guys in suits were walking up the stairs & one, a most unprepossessing podgy middle-aged man, looked me up & down in a smirking, appraising way. It was revolting & he knew it.

But his face was a picture when I later walked into the meeting to find him there with his colleagues, & he realised I was the engineer who was going to talk them through the design.

Says someone who clearly has never driven in Belgium!

Ah... love this!

barger damn autocorrect!!

Oh my word, my hero.

My version of this was when I was just pregnant - maybe 7 or 8 weeks. Coping fine, not showing (or even telling people) but tired a lot of the time and clearly in a "no fucks to give" mode.

Anyone who commutes in London will know the Waterloo and City line - only two stops. So train arrives empty at Waterloo, everyone piles in, goes one stop to Bank and everyone piles out. Obviously at rush hour it's insanely busy and people are crammed in line sardines. The people who get on first obviously get the seats (sometimes they like to use their elbows) and then everyone else just squeezes in, standing room.

The reverse then is naturally true - the sardines standing in the middle get off first and then the people in the seats can exit.

A perfectly fit, healthy looking middle aged man had done the mad dash for a seat and nabbed one near the door. I was part of the sardine crowd standing in the middle between the two rows of seats. Didn't expect him to give up his seat but had (in my head) rolled my eyes at his aggressive effort to get one.

Train pulls into Bank station, and as the doors open he tries to stand up and push me and the woman standing next to me out the way so he can get out first. I didn't even think. Just slammed out my arm and grabbed the pole that was next to him so that my arm blocked him and said, "you got the luxury of a seat, now you have to wait until the rest of us are out of the way.". All he could do was collapse back into the seat as we all exited!

I got a few smiles and nods of appreciation!

Local knowledge is everything. I knew that a particular road's limit had dropped from 60 to 40 after a roundabout, someone had been on my tail, and just before the roundabout I slowed enough for him the scream past, he entered the roundabout and carried on at speed, I was delighted to see the flash from the speed camera van that was always on the same place.

This thread should be sub-titled Schadenfreude is great!

Many years ago when I was 17, I met a lad on holiday and we became good friends. We kept in touch and he came to visit bringing a friend from work with him. Me and his friend hit it off and started going out together. It was a LDR but we saw each other nearly every weekend, as he was 19 and had a car. Looking back, he was nothing special looks or personality wise, but he did have quite a high opinion of himself and used to flirt with other girls in front of me. I was a bit chubby, shy and very insecure and couldn't believe my luck that I had a boyfriend. He even talked about us getting engaged when "he" was ready! One weekend he came to stay and we went to watch Desperately Seeking Susan at the cinema in the next town. Throughout the film I could see he kept looking at me and after, back at his car, he told me that he'd been comparing me to Madonna and Rosanna Arquette and I, obviously, fell somewhat short! He then told me to get out of the car as he was finishing with me and going straight home, instead of coming back to mine. He literally dumped a 17 year old girl in the middle of a rough town late on a Saturday night. He didn't even have the decency to take me home first, after my family had been so hospitable to him. There were no mobile phones in those days and I only had about 50p on me. I eventually found a phone box and rang my wonderful dad who immediately got up out of bed and came and picked me up. I felt so humiliated. Five years later, I had a good job, my own flat and I'd lost the extra weight and given myself a makeover. Out of the blue I got a phone call from my old friend saying him and my ex had been reminiscing and were visiting my local area that weekend and would I meet them for a drink. Exs eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw me and he was really impressed by my job, car, apartment etc. We had a quick drink together and he asked if he could take me out again sometime, just me and him. He never once apologised or even mentioned dumping me in the middle of town on a Saturday night all those years ago. 22 year old me saw him for what he was, a bighead who thought he was God's gift to women. He had a really demanding job in a factory and I knew it was difficult and frowned upon for him to take time off when it wasn't their set holidays and the whole factory shut down. So I said the only time I could meet him was during the daytime one week. He was so desperate to get back together with me that he took a day off work and I arranged to meet him at the car park where he dumped me all those years ago. Obviously, I never turned up and he left loads of messages asking where I was, before giving up and setting off on the long drive home, having completely wasted a precious day off work. Revenge is definitely a dish best served cold!

Not CF behaviour but nonetheless very rude.

I had spent months mentoring a summer intern and after she left to go back to uni for her final year I had to spend ages writing up a report recommending whether to offer her a job once she got her results (2:1) required.

HR confirmed she would be made a conditional offer, so I called to tell her the good news. No answer so left a voicemail. Followed up by a text and an email a week or so later.

She never had the decency to respond.

Fast forward to the following summer HR get in touch to say she only got a 2:2 and she is devastated. They are collating feedback to check if an exception could be made.

I explained what had happened after she left. HR said that sort of behaviour was enough to rescind her offer on the graduate programme (with fully paid study towards a professional qualification) as it was not in line with company values (respect for others).

@Fromage - That twist in the tale there was magnificent! JFK or Newark...absolutely brilliant!!!

I was once walking through a Country Park near to where I used to live and came across a backpack, There was nobody around and I had no mobile reception so I took it home and had a look through it to see if there was any info on the owner.

Found two passports, an iPhone which was locked with a code, some clothes and a purse with id/cards and a lot of cash in it.

Tracked the owner down on Facebook and sent her a message to say I had found her stuff and was about to give her my address so she could come for it when she messaged me a voice note to ask me how I found her on Facebook, Asked why I thought it was ok to go through her belongings then went on to say all her stuff better be there when she came for it.

I hung up, blocked her, took the backpack back to where I found it and threw it in a bush.

Not a nice Karma, but i will say no-one appeared to be hurt.

Driving down M5 one year on way down to Devon and there is some tit in a little sports car thats all done with the body kit and race stickers, weaving in and out of lanes to overtake, cutting people up, causing absolute havoc and making a right nuisance of themselves in busy holiday traffic.

A little while later the traffic snarled up, police go up the inside/hard shoulder, and lo and behold, we round a corner and the tits little sports car was tipped on its passenger side/partly on its roof in the verge, the idiot standing next to it was being spoken to by the police

Not really a CF karma story, but a very witty riposte to some nasty people...

My son was at one of the 'older' universities and two of his friends were gay ex-public schoolboys very much in the Sebastian Flyte and Charles Ryder mold. They dressed exquisitely and were rather flamboyant. Late one Saturday night they were in the town centre when they were accosted by some homophobic drunks who insulted them and shouted 'Oi - 'oo's doing 'oo?' (Who's doing who?). One of the posh boys responded with an extra patronising 'Surely you mean "Who's doing whom?"' and then they had to run away pretty fast!

The focus was the karma for the individuals who mistreat people with autism

1. We aren't karma to punish ablists.
2. Do you think that an ablist adult will treat an autistic child well?

The dog and I were driving down to the West Country for our summer holiday. We stopped at the motorway services about halfway there. A car full of lads with football scarves hanging out the windows came speeding into the car park and proceeded to do a screeching handbrake turn for the benefit of other punters, forcing me and the dog to leap out of their way. The car then parked in the nearest disabled bay to the doors and five lads all reeled out clutching beer cans.

They went into the services being loud and foul-mouthed and generally making a nuisance of themselves. After that, they climbed back into their car and sped out on their merry way.

We finished our business at the services and set off on our own way. We'd only gone down the motorway a few more miles when we passed the same car of lads on the hard shoulder, four of them looking like they were sh*tting themselves in the car and the driver out and trying to explain himself to two angry and unimpressed rozzers.

It was very, very sweet.

Ariela · Today 12:34

Sitting in heavy traffic the right hand lane of traffic of 2 lanes waiting to turn right, the car driver slightly in front in the left hand lane pops his hand out and does that flicky thing with a cigarette butt. Butt, still smouldering, flies up in air and lands on my petrol tank, lodging against my leg.

Ahah! You remind me of a similar incident, one of our crowd is called Big Daft Kev. Mainly because he's enormous and daft...

A group of us were going down the A19 for race meeting at Oliver's Mount. A Jag went past and Kev started weaving about and scrabbling at his face (open face helmet). Anyway, he calmed down, then took off and followed the Jag into a petrol station.

As I was pulling up, he was next to the Jag, smoking. He knocked on the window and threw the butt into the car. The bloke shouted, "You can't do that, you fucking idiot!"

Kev pulled his helmet off and growled, "Why not? You just did it to fucking me!"

At least she was being gracious and realised the error of her ways!

Your reply is a bit unnecessary

Years ago I was on the train to London for my first 'big' meeting in my career from Leeds. I got on the train and duly took my seat. An middle-aged couple joined the train at Doncaster and they insisted I was in there seat.

I wasn't, but as the train had empty seats I offered to moved - but they were not having it... apparently I should be taught to respect my elders and was clearly lying or to bunk a train.... instead the (I assume) wife went and fetch the train conductor and said he'd been told I was sitting in their seat and refusing to move - which was rubbish. I presented him with my ticket. I was in fact in the right seat.

A little bit of Karma right there....

...but it gets better. The couple - then turned their annoyance to the inspector claiming that the train company clearly doubled booked their seat. He asked to see their ticket... an to be fair to them, the ticket did say the same seat I was on. Expect the earlier train which they had missed and they were forced to buy two new tickets from Doncaster to London. Which would have been avoided if they took me up on my offer on just letting me sit somewhere else - but their insistance of trying to get me kicked off was their downfall.

When I returned from maternity leave I discovered my cover had tried to talk himself into my job. He had misrepresented some of my actions to show me in a bad light, and persuaded the general manager to blame me for some of the things he had done. He also persistently refused to meet me for a handover so I couldn’t pick up the tasks he left unfinished - there was lots more. They liked him though, and created a role for him (breaking policy, it wasn’t advertised). He was really smug, kept trying to stitch me up even in his new role, and rented a flat in our town, having commuted some distance from his parents during my mat leave. He moved in on the Saturday. On the Monday we went into lockdown and we were all put on furlough. There were a lot of redundancies and he lost his job (as did I). He hadn’t been in post for long enough to qualify for a payout, and was stuck in a flat with a pretty long contract and (for the first stretch of time) no internet. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer bloke.

The company treated me badly, but if they had sent out the redundancy notices on the Thursday they held the meeting I would have been in post for nine years. Because they waiting until the Monday I was in post for 10 years and a day, so qualified for quite a bit more money. That did help a little during a horrible time.

Good for your mum! I also like the "tinkly laugh". Is your mum a Mumsnetter? Giving a tinkly laugh is often recommended on here. 🌹

I get in and sit in her seat, and she immediately sits in the seat he’s vacated. He totally freaked out, told her to get out of his seat. Of course she says ‘it’s not your seat because I'm sitting in it.’

Excellent!! I hope he had to stand up the rest of the journey. 🌹

It's been said a million times before, but - it's staggering what we put up with when we're young, so as not to piss the adults off or to keep the peace. Fancy those cheeky bastard parents taking your time for free and not even feeding you properly! Very glad that entitled little shit was given an honest appraisal by the college.

What is a tinkly laugh?

My Mum was unwell in hospital and mentioned a few times when I visited about 1 nurse who was very brusque with her. I figured that nurses generally get a hard time and my Mum wasnt the easiest so just sympathised and nothing else. I was there one day when said nurse came in and literally grabbed my mums arm with no preamble and said "I need to take blood" (Mum had arthritis and it hurt her ). I said very mildly that I felt they could be a bit gentler and he very snarkily said that if I had an issue I should speak to PALS.
Unfortunately for him I just happened to be on the board of that NHS Trust as a Patient Advocate at the time and had the Chief Execs mobile on my phone. I didnt actually call the CE but showed the number on my phone (with name), explained my involvement with the Trust and suggested that a direct call would be my preference over PALS. Nurse went white and said he would be right back, to be replaced by a different nurse who was VERY VERY nice to my Mum. She was basically treated like royalty until she was discharged and various nurses and even Doctors went out of their way to come and explain everything to me when I visited.
Of course the sad thing about this story is that ALL patients deserve to be treated with basic dignity no matter who their daughter knows.

In this context it actually means name changed.

Remembered another one.

Got on a train which was heaving. I managed to find a seat and sat down. As I said before, I am blind so didn’t know if there were reserved signs on them or not.

at the next stop people got on and people got off, and a few minutes later the conductor appeared with a woman who said “that’s the woman and she’s sitting in my seat.” Conductor said to me that the seat was reserved and I apologised and got up. He then said to the woman “there you go, there’s your seat, I’ll just take this lady off to first class.

Thing is, if she’d just told me the seat was reserved I would have just apologised and got up. But she insisted on throwing a strop and going off to the inspector to demand an outcome.