Pace on Earth

Karma Police

I should have known better. I should have kept my mouth shut but I just couldn't help it. Around this time last week the weather got cold again and I felt it necessary to remind Normy of his propensity for winter tumbles. Although he has assured me that he hasn't taken a spill in years, he readily admits that he has a couple of doozies. Who doesn't though right? My personal favourite is the story he tells of falling up the stairs at the front of the Harriet Irving Library and smack into the front doors. Of course any fall story is only as good as the audience (and the healthy outcome) and he can say whatever he wants but someone had to see that fall and that would have been funny. It was that thought, and the ensuing giggles, that may have got me in trouble with the karma police. On my way home the other night, as I was coming off the train bridge, I hit a patch of ice and took a true header. I caught some good air; my hands got down first but my chin was soon to follow. After I looked around to make sure no one caught the spill, I got up, checked for blood (none), and dusted myself off with a wry smile. Some small part of me was a little disapointed that no one was there to catch it so they could giggle at it ten years from now. I also thought that the karma police definitely saw it and cosmic justice was somehow served. I hope your happy Normy, you minions did your bidding. I do have one concern though; now that you they have my file they may dig up some old dirt. If that happens, the worm will turn and, you too, will find out that Karma's a bitch.

Slippery Pete

posted by Vitamin S @ 5:43 p.m.