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...

Love this so much -well deserved!

When I was at secondary school (a fair few years ago now!) there was a really horrible girl who was loud and bossy and bullied a lot of the quieter girls - one in particular who had Down's syndrome. This girl was just so mean and although she never really bothered me I wish that I had the guts at the time to confront her. Fast forward 20 years I go to my doctor surgery and this girl is on the reception desk as a new member of staff - she sees me and says "oh hello" and asks if I remember her from school - I answer "no sorry, I don't". I did of course and she looked really put out that I hadn't remembered her. I then see the doctor who asks me to leave a urine sample at reception on the way out - I obviously obliged and handed the nasty girl from school a nice warm sample of my wee on the way out! Gotta love Karma!

Travelling back from NYC, DD2 was about 7 yo.
When it was time for lunch the woman in front of me refused to put her seat up. The flight attendant came and told her to and she still said no.
DD was in the seat next to me sleeping. I told the woman she could move into the empty seat next to her and recline because DD was curled up on her seat.
Again no.
Then DD stood up and projectile vomited all over her. Turned out to be swine flu.
If she had moved it would have missed her and if she had put her seat up she wouldn't have got so splashed 🤢.
The flight attendant made a big fuss getting DD cleaned up and told the woman to wait her turn when she was complaining.

I've just remembered a priceless one.

At university I had a long term boyfriend that I was head over heels with. It was a tumultuous relationship. We were together for a couple of years. He was a cool clubber and we did a lot of clubbing. I never trusted him and he always made me feel he was better than me. I was right not to trust him. He had many flings and ended up dumping me by phone for a younger, trendier girl.

Fast forward a year and I'm working for one of the big clubs while still at university. (it was late 90s, era of the superstar djs).

I worked in the office at the week and at the weekend looked after the djs. I also controlled the guest list.

This was a very popular club and the queue should hundreds of people long.

One week I was on the door as we were short staffed. That was the night he, with his new girlfriend and a big group of mates sashayed past the line, greeting me like I was his best friend in the the world.

I played along. Until they tried to come in. Then I got to actually say, "your name's not down".

He was incredulous and would not budge until the massive 6.5 transvestite in the door with me told him to go to the back of the queue. Some people might be able to work out what club it was!

He went eventually in disbelief and bluster to the end of the queue.

I had to go inside to work but before I did i had a quick chat with the guys on the door. They didn't actually need me to ask - they were lovely.

Once he got to the front of the queue they let his mates in but not him or his girlfriend.

I didn't see it but apparently it was delicious.

I grew up in Devon and can remember family trips when we were stuck in the car behind a herd of sheep (or cows) being moved. Serve him right for trying to barge his way through. Can't imagine the farmer was impressed about him trying to do that, either.

Change some unimportant details and give us the gist!

When I was at primary school,I was bullied really badly by a group of older girls (I'm talking spiteful comments,beatings and breaking my belongings-nothing was done by the teachers or my parents)

They where really nasty bitches and it was a massive relief when they moved up to secondary school and left me alone when I moved to the same school the following year

Anyway,fast forward a few years and my own ds starts school

And promptly became besties with the head bullies ds

I put it all to one side as i wasn't spiteful enough to drag two young boys into the history between us mums-i just avoided her but was polite if needed (and I'll give her credit,her ds is a sweet lad)

Turns out head bully had started to suffer with a condition that means she smells of rotten sewage and fish

I've been near her and she really does-her smell could clear a room

Normally I wouldn't be so nasty but it does give me a certain satisfaction as she made my life hell as a child

A woman I knew well many years ago partner left her for another woman & she was left with their 3 children penniless. He wasn't able to visit often as his new woman lived about an hour's drive away (wild horses wouldn't have kept me away from my kids but there we go). He posted some cash here & there and built a new life for himself, married the affair partner, they bought her council house together, bought a BMW, holidays to Jamaica etc. Their marriage lasted about 5 year's, the house was repossessed & he had at least 2 affairs behind his wife's back & he ended up homeless! Karma!

sometimes it's the simple things....

I used to live on a very narrow road where parking was allowed on one side. And cars had to be in right tight else another car couldn't get through without actually going up the curb and driving on the pavement.

I was on my way into town and this woman zooms up in her black BMW convertible and parks at about a 45 degree angle to the curb. I suggested politely she might want to pull in a bit tighter but she just blanked me and flounced off to her yoga or pilates class at the community centre nearby.

On my way home I passed her car, still badly parked and surprisingly intact but noticed a friend's very old tuxie cat snoozing on the BMW's rag top. I stopped to exchange greetings with the cat (as you do) and he very slowly got up, stretched and then determinedly started "making biscuits" on the convertible roof and with each paw grip I could hear his long sharp claws popping straight through the roof. He probably put about a hundred pin holes in it and I just smiled at the fun she would have the next time it rained.

That cat was doing God's work, SmudgeButt.

My friend and and I were travelling down a country lane with a caravan. Smallish lane but wide enough for two cars. As we approached an S bend a police lady stopped us as a mini bus had tipped over on the far bend and the road was blocked and would be for a while. We started to reverse slowly and got to a farm track where we could reverse into and turn the caravan round. Police lady checking road for us and turning other cars back. As my friend was reversing into the narrow side track, police lady was walking on driver's side and I was walking on the road side to help friend make the turn.
BMW comes round the bend, I wave to slow him and as I walk to his window to tell him the road is blocked he flips me off and speeds round us and round the bend, and immediately sees all the flashing lights and slams on the breaks. Police lady told me to go tell him to turn round, I walk to car, he refuses to make eye contact and only winds window down a bit. I tell him he has to go back, road will be closed for hours.

After he turns round police lady stands in the middle of the road so he has to stop again and gives him a massive telling off.

Loving this thread but there seems to be a recurring theme with the driving posts - all BMWs 😁

I think in this context it means name changed

This might be mean... but it still makes me giggle decades later.

When I was 16 I had a pretty abusive older boyfriend. He was model good looking and really reckoned himself ... but was mean and vain and treated me like crap.

It was bonfire night and me and a friend wanted to go to the local fireworks display together at a local park. My parents were pretty strict so being allowed to go alone with a friend was a real treat.

Well the BF decided he had to come along too... in case we got up to any antics he didn't like ( he was 5 years older than us so thought he was the responsible adult) we argued and eventually he used the usual threat 'if I don't come with you we're over ' so being the 'little' girl I was I relented but was so embarrassed and upset that my night with my pal was spoilt.

BF met us there in his white trousers and jacket ( 80's fashion) and as we walked up the hill ( which was slippy due to earlier rain) he slipped and slid down the hill on his back, picking up a few piles of dog mess at the time.
It was beautiful and me and my pal were doubled up with laughter.
He left because he was basically covered in crap and Soooo angry at us laughing !!

I paid for it later on ... but it was the best thing ever at the time !!!

I was driving my first car which was very small and only had a one litre engine. I pulled up at traffic lights and a guy in a Ferrari pulled up alongside me and clearly and obviously sneered at my car. He then demonstrated how superior his cars acceleration was when the lights turned green. He didn't get very far because just a short way along the road there was a massive speed bump. His sports car's road clearance meant driving over it would have damaged his car! I waved to him as I passed him in my 'crap' car.

My dad was driving along in his old car along a country road in snowy weather after fishing for the weekend at the coast. Dad was driving slowly due to the sniw on the roads.

Mr Flash Pants in a jag tazzed along and swiftly over took dad.

As dad got to the bottom of the road on a bend Mr Flash Pants was off road in a ditch, stood looking at his car.

Dad could see tje chap was fine, not injured, so carried on pootling along, leaving him to sort his car out.

This is pretty tame by comparison but it still makes me feel smug!

A nasty girl in school asked me if i had a spare pen. I didn’t and told her so.
I can’t remember where I went but I came back to my desk and she had clearly been rummaging through my pencil case as there was a pencil sticking up vertically out of it.
I turned round to her and she’s had a cute but very cheap fountain pen from my pencil case. You did have a pen look she said to me all smug.
The reason I didn’t give her that pen was because it leaked like a bitch whenever you used it. I don’t know why I kept it but it had a cute turtle on it and I was 13 😂
Anyway 5 minutes later she’s got her hand up asking the teacher to go to the toilet because her hands are all covered in ink.
It still amuses me to this day.

I love this so much 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Another car related incident. Monday morning rush hour in London, two lanes of traffic crawling along with an empty bus lane. In my mirror I saw a car flying down the bus lane, push into the traffic to get round a bus only to be pulled over by a police officer who was presumably waiting for just such an idiot. I have rarely laughed so much.

Had an almost identical scenario when I volunteered to cover reception while we were short staffed. Bloke flapped in, spoke to me like I was dirt, was shitty with me when I offered him a choice of tea or coffee rather than some fancy coffee concoction, I could hear him slagging off the "useless receptionist" as he walked down to the interview room having been asked about his morning... He then appeared to visibly soil himself when I was invited in to his interview and introduced as a member of the executive team with the deciding vote on hiring. The interviewer thought it was hilarious because he had been subjected to the moaning about the silly tart in reception who couldn't even rustle up a decent coffee for a potential senior hire.

It was a glorious, albeit short interview.

I made a point of regularly perching on reception after that to see how people were treated. Absolute eye opener.

Another car park one. Small car park in Craster. Busyish. We start heading for a space but DH is polite and lets someone out and twatface nicks our spot.

No worries. We found another, much further away. Went to pay. Car park was £££ (say £6.50) and I had £5.50. You can pay by phone but there is 0 phone signal. I go back to the car to confer with DH and by our remote spot, winking at me, is a £1 coin. Yay!! We can pay.

I go back to pay and Twatface can't get a signal, no cash. Doesn't know what to do.

I smirk. Pay. Karma's a bitch.

This reminds me of an incident in the book Where the Rivers Change Direction by Mark Spragg. The book is about growing up on a Dude Ranch in the sixties, possibly in Montana or Colardo. It was somewhere that horses still had right of way at the time. In the spring/ early summer they would herd the horses used on the dude ranch from their winter grazing to their summer grazing through the small town. One time there was a small vw beetle with an aggressive driver who was trying to drive through this herd of horses. One horse was very obliging and tried to get out of his way, he climbed up onto the bonnet, over the top and hopped off the back! As he walked over the top the side windows all popped out and shattered. Good horse doing great work!

@Fromage

"But mostly because I knew their return flight was from Newark."

😂😂Excellent! Well done you for not enlightening them! 😂😂

Brilliant!

Waiting in a very very long queue of traffic, as we were in the world's slowest traffic lights due to road works and huge volume of traffic. Single width roads. Anyway, some dickhead decides to just pull out of the queue of traffic behind me and proceed down the wrong side of the road all the way to the front, (presumably in order to barge his way in near the front) he came charging down the road (wrong side) and drove straight into an oncoming police car. Slammed his brakes on and tried to reverse all the way back up the road. I very helpfully pulled out a bit to block the road 😂😂😂😂😂