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Exit ArchiveArchive for August 21st, 2004

I’ve just experienced a dose of double instantaneous karma.

I got back home from running an errand I really wish I hadn’t had to run. A clothing place was re-sewing all the buttons onto a shirt I’d bought because, thanks to some poor worker in Kazakhstan (no kidding!), the buttons didn’t align with the button holes.

So I had to go pick up the shirt before I leave for a week in sunny Anaheim.

On the way to the shop, I ran a red light on Melrose, trying to get through it because I was frustrated with traffic and Matt, who was too lazy to leave his house to meet me for food.

I cringed! Running a red light! Okay, well, I didn’t kill anyone. I turned left onto a street to park. As I slowly trolled for a spot, there was a sudden BAM! *crunch* and I saw pieces of someone’s rear-view mirror shatter past my windshield.

Scared the hell out of me at first, but then that was instantly replaced with “God dammit!” Of course, my mind went through the “leave a note or just run for it?” debate. Finally, knowing that this kind of thing had happened to me before, I pulled over and left a note with my number.

I picked up my shirt, in a foul mood, and thankfully it fit correctly now.

On the way back to my car, I decided I had to record the info on the car I hit, just in case the guy (only guys own Impala SSs) decided to say I’d hit his Bentley. As I finished up making a voice memo on my new cell phone, a guy in a mohawk came up with his stunningly beautiful girlfriend. He was looking at me funny, which was understandable.

After explaining that’d I’d smashed his mirror and was just getting his car info, he said he was so shocked and impressed that I’d stopped that it was no big deal. I could just give him $100 and we’d call it finished.

I walked to an ATM and gave him the cash. The whole time, he was vocal about how cool it was that I’d stopped in the first place, how narrow the streets can be, and how most people just normally scoot when that happens. We chatted for a few minutes, then went to our separate cars.

Instantaneous karma. Run a red light/smash a mirror. Stop to leave a note/get off with only having to pay $100. All within 15 minutes.

And in case you were wondering, my mirror was fine. Just some bad scuff marks. Whew!