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...

I had one that happened today.

We were driving back from holiday and stopped at some services. A car drove up next to us and a woman got out and started to get a child out of the back - she opened the car door into the side of my car twice. I am the least precious person about my car, but she really whacked it. I got out, and said perfectly calmly could she just be a bit more careful. She responded that her door was only resting against my car - which it was at that point, but had been hit pretty hard.
Another woman who was with her (maybe her mother, not sure), then loudly said something about how pathetic I was and how with my car, why bother worrying about it (it's a 5 year old Aygo, not that it matters either way).

I got back into my car (I was waiting for DH who had taken DD in to get a snack) and the car the other side of these women reversed out, completely misjudged it, and scraped down the side of their car. They went spare. And I'm glad they saw me laughing.

It was just like being in a Roald Dahl story and absolutely glorious.

I read that as a two-tonne mane and thought Jayzus how big is this cob!?!?!? 😆😆😂😂

I think the root of the word "Twix" is actually from the Germanic/ old English for "Two" so the most likely plural would imo be twixen.

Oh God, I love him even more now 😍

I am in love with Enormo-Cob too...

Another car-based Karma.

We used to live in a place where, because so many accidents had happened when people tried to pull out into a main road with zero visibility, there was a small stretch, maybe seventy or eighty yards, of one-way street between the main road and the estate. It was clearly marked at the estate end with two no entry signs and a huge white No Entry painted on the road, but every so often someone would think it worth while to break the law and drive the wrong way down it to get to the main road sooner.

Because it was on a road used by primary school children on the way to school (this was in the days before every child was taken to school by car, so there were quite a lot of them walking along that road in the mornings and afternoons) all us mums frowned on this: we knew the children knew it was meant to be one way and so only looked in one direction before crossing the road, no matter how often we told them to look left-right-left properly...

So one lunchtime when a nerk in a fancy car came along that road the wrong way I stopped crossing it and stood in his way, gesturing at the signs and the road marking and making "stop" motions at him. Rather than slowing down, he accelerated straight at me, and I had to leap for the pavement.

As I picked myself up and started to turn to see if I could get his number, there was a squeal of brakes and then the crash-tinkle of collision, and to my utter delight the next thing I heard was a slow, measured police-voice (we all know that voice, they do it when they have got someone dead to rights) saying "Excuse me, Sir..." The cop had been coming round the corner into the road in the right direction when Nerky McNerkface drove straight into the front of his panda-car.

I didn't wait about, because I didn't think they needed me to be a witness; I went into the shop next to me, where I knew the owner pretty well, and we leant against the counter together and howled with laughter. He had seen it all and been on his way out through the door to get the nerk's number, and said he'd never seen such instant poetic justice.

I used to drive across country to see my Godmother. 2 hour drive, did it 3-4 times a year, so I knew the road fairly well. The 1st hour or so, there were no larger roads then it opened up into larger A roads.

I'd planned the day so when my toddler was ready to sleep, we'd load her up in the car and I'd drive home and pop her into her cot.

About 45 minutes in, idiot in a big car came up behind me. Tailgating, flashing everything. However, as it was around 7pm, there were still plenty of cars on the road so he couldn't overtake. This went on for what seemed ages but I wasn't speeding up; I knew the road, it was dusk and I had my child in the car.

As we approached the traffic lights where I knew the road opened up, I hoped he would turn a different way. I was going straight on. Instead, he ran the red light I was slowing for by overtaking me and then decided to get across through the traffic by weaving around the wrong side of the traffic lights. To be honest, I was glad he'd gone. However, the car that needed to brake sharply as he was going through the lights and weaving on the wrong side of the road was a police car. It turned the blue lights on (no siren) and did a gentle 'u' turn on the junction. I caught the officers eyes and laughed my head off.

I carried on the wider, bigger, straight road to see car pulled over in a layby with police man. I couldn't wait to get home to tell my OH!

I bet it took everything in you to not wind your window down and say don't be pathetic about it, it's only a car. 😁

@IBegYourBiggestPardon Omg what a horrible woman thats abuse! I experienced similar in the infant school, the dinners were awful the smell was enough to put me off, the teachers all took it in turns to try and make me eat but I'm stubborn. One day it was green beans and I hated them, they made me gag. The teacher next door to my class was a hard faced cow and told me I wasn't leaving the table until I ate my green beans. Stubbornly I refused so losing patience the teacher told me I was going to eat and forced a folkful in my mouth. I gagged and vomitted it all right onto her fluffy jumper and got told off. I hope that cow's jumper was ruined she was a horrible woman all the kids hated her she was a typical bullying tyrant not day went by without her shouting at a child.

@FofB

About 45 minutes in, idiot in a big car came up behind me. Tailgating, flashing everything. However, as it was around 7pm, there were still plenty of cars on the road so he couldn't overtake. This went on for what seemed ages but I wasn't speeding up; I knew the road, it was dusk and I had my child in the car.

Dangerous git. I hope they threw the book at him. 🌹

Well done. ‘I think you owe it to yourself and everyone else around you.’ - what a prick!

Sorry about your heart

I use to be a childminder. I took on a friends three children and looked after them for a couple of years. When she left she messed me around and didn't pay full notice. About a year later I got a letter from her employer requesting proof of childcare. Turned out she was claiming childcare costs illegally. I took great pleasure in writing back with her end date.
Needless to say we are no longer friends

@imforeverblowingbuttons
I'd have paid good money to see the look on her face when she received the letter from her employer requesting their money back.

@MountCaramel I know! Even if she hadn't messed me about I wouldn't have signed it as it's fraud. It was amazing how many parents wanted me to lie to tax credits etc and couldn't understand why I refused.

perfect karma!

KTheGrey · Yesterday 17:05

I think the root of the word "Twix" is actually from the Germanic/ old English for "Two" so the most likely plural would imo be twixen.

Bowing to your superior knowledge, I stand corrected. 😀

Would it be pronounced like a Yorkshire person referring to a female fox? T'vixen?

@SinnerBoy
T’vixen 😂Brilliant!

Did she ever say anything to you about the letter?

@IncompleteSenten no we weren't really talking by then so I didn't see her often. But no she never mentioned it. I assume she thought that either her employer wouldn't ask for confirmation or that I wouldn't mind signing it.

My ex SIL was always extremely snobby about everyone else's relationships and loved to point out everyone else's flaws.
She made herself out to have this perfect Stepford Wife image, married a TV boxing commentator, just HAD to have this 3 day long 'fairy tale' wedding celebration and was always dropping into conversations the Z list celebrities that she was having dinner with. (Actors from Eastenders but she'd make it sound like bloody Mel Gibson 🤦🏼‍♀️).

She used to spend a lot of time moaning about her friends choices/baby names, or poking her nose in, making nasty barbed comments about mine and her brother's relationship and you could just tell she looked down on everyone else (we were happy, just outgrew our relationship and are still good friends).

However last year, she finds out that her magical super husband has been having not one but THREE affairs he also owed millions in gambling debts that his dad paid off to stop them getting in trouble.

Not so perfect life now eh? Meanwhile I'm happily married, have a great relationship with my kids other than the usual teenage tantrums and she's got a rocky relationship full of debt and apparently her kids all hate her.

Ahhhh Karma indeed!

our neighbours son lost his leg as a teenager. Really dreadful accident. He was going to the local hospital for a fitting for a new prosthetic and parked in a disabled space and displayed his badge. As he got out an older guy started shouting at him about how he was abusing the spaces and they were there for disabled people, he was really giving it some so he calmly took off his prosthetic leg and started shaking it at the man… saying “is this disabled enough for you”. His face was an absolute picture apparently!

I agree. By the fourth or fifth time it was getting annoying, but by the FOURTEENTH!!!!...it takes a bizarre sort of arrogance to see a thread that has nearly 800 responses and has been going for 9 days since the poster originally asked for the definition to assume that nobody else other than you will have possibly provided the (very straightforward) answer in the meantime.

I'm going to stick to "One Twix, and another Twix. And one more Twix, please".

My brain will hurt less.

That has doubly warmed the cockles of my heart.

Anyone who frightens and animal or a child deserves all they get.

I hope they bought him a bucket of Guinness. I understand that horses like this (so do two spaniels I know).

The thought of a slightly fiddly Enormo-cob trying to kiss everyone as he dances down the street is quite charming. (As long as he doesn't then get fighting drunk, and then maudlin and end up weeping on the shoulder of some complete stranger who has suddenly been promoted to "best friend". Don't ever give him gin,)