Some people need a reality check on how to treat others with respect. Or even better, a touch of karma. These witnesses recount the sweet taste of karma served to entitled individuals. Content has been edited for clarity.
Don’t Mess With This Bus Driver
“I used to live a street or two behind a central suburban bus stop on top of a big hill, and I would take the bus every day to the university, about an hour’s bus ride away.
One morning, I got on the bus, and the bus pulled up to the intersection, waiting for the intersection lights to turn red so it could get the green light and pull out. We got the green light and started pulling out.
All of a sudden, this primped-up, snooty middle-aged woman in a red suit FLEW through the red light in her huge silver Cadillac, going the same way that the bus was turning.
The bus driver had to slam on the brakes quite suddenly and then honked at the woman. The woman, who clearly intentionally ran the red light because her head was never down, FLIPPED THE BUS DRIVER OFF and kept speeding. The bus driver, this really jovial, large lady, cursed and carried on.
From the bus terminal to the city, you drive down a really big hill before it flattens out in the valley. In the mornings/evenings, cops like to patrol the intersection right at the bottom of the hill, especially because they can radar cars coming down the hill, as the bus was because there is a curve in the road. If you’re going too fast, the cops can catch you before you have a chance to see them and slow down.
Well, guess what happened?
We got to the bottom of the hill and saw that the cops had pulled over a silver Cadillac into the cross street and were issuing her a ticket.
The bus driver saw it and said, ‘Oh yeah, baby!’ and pulled the bus over to the sidewalk near where the intersection was and flagged down one of the cops.
He came on and asked what was up, and the bus driver asked if she had been caught speeding.
The cop said she had, and the bus driver said, ‘Oh yeah? Is it still illegal to run a red light?’
The cop laughed and said that it was, then asked her if the lady in the Cadillac had done that, and the bus driver said yes.
The cop asked, ‘Well, we will add that to her ticket—would you be willing to come in as a witness in court for that?’
Then the bus driver said, ‘HONEY, I GET PAID TO GO TO COURT FOR STUFF LIKE THIS. IT’D BE MY PLEASURE.’
And the whole bus started clapping.”
Hot Coffee And Bratty Children Do Not Mix
“A little toddler punk grabbed at the just-poured hot coffee meant for me. The barista tried to stop the kid, but this kid was not having it. He took a huge sip, seemingly mistaking it for the pumpkin spice latte his mom ordered for him while waiting in line before me. He promptly made a face, spit it out, and dropped the hot coffee all over himself. Cries ensued.
The mom berated the employee for letting this happen while wildly waving her own large frappuccino in the air. The little toddler was still throwing a full tantrum on the floor, tugging at his mom’s pants, and then the frappuccino fell on him too. I couldn’t help but giggle.”
Food Complaint
“This story is about my mother. Yes, she is a MEGA Karen, and unfortunately, I’ve had to put up with her for most of my life.
One time we went out for dinner at a small local restaurant that offered all-you-can-eat buffets. I should mention that my mother has long, thick, and curly hair, and she never ties it up (important for later).
We got our dinner and sat down to eat, and all was going well. I was surprised at how well my mum was doing. By this point, she should have found something to complain about by now.
And then it happened.
She looked down at her plate and said, ‘OMG, LOOK AT THIS!!! There’s a flipping HAIR in my food!!!!!’
ME: (knowing exactly what she was doing) ‘Mum, that’s YOUR hair.’
MUM: ‘AH, NO. That’s not MY hair!’ (the way she was talking was obviously dramatized for effect, and she was beginning to get louder, drawing attention from the other diners).
She continued to cause a scene and get more irritating, drawing more attention to herself and inadvertently, me. I wanted to sink into my chair from embarrassment.
Not long after she started her fake tantrum, the waitress came over to see what the problem was.
WAITRESS: ‘How’s it all going here? What seems to be the problem?’
MUM: ‘There is a hair in my food!’
WAITRESS: ‘Um…. ok?’
MUM: (getting furious at the lack of care from the waitress) ‘Well then, what are you going to do about it? We deserve to have our meals for free. This is horrible customer service.’
WAITRESS: (with a smirk across her face) ‘I’m sorry you’re not satisfied with our food. Would you like to speak to the chef?’
MUM: (looking smug that she thought she won) ‘Yes. I would!’
I was confused at this point, not understanding why the waitress didn’t seem to care (even though I knew my mum was lying), but it soon became clear why.
A few minutes later, a man came out from the back of the store and walked right up to our table, and my mum’s face went ghost white, and her jaw dropped. The chef was BALD! Not balding, but so bald that you could see your reflection on his shiny scalp.
CHEF: ‘Hi there, how are things this evening? What seems to be the problem?’
MUM: ‘Well… there’s a hair in my food.’
CHEF: (smiling) ‘I’m sorry to hear that, ma’am, but unless I’ve miraculously grown a full head of hair on my walk over to your table, you can see I am very much bald. And as I am the only chef working tonight, that is clearly not my hair.’
MUM: ……..
CHEF: ‘Is that all for now? I need to get back to work.’
Without waiting for an answer, he turned and walked back to the kitchen, but not before I mouthed ‘sorry’ to him as he left.
I knew better than to say anything to my mum after this, but I had a smile on my face for the rest of the night.”
