“And yea, though the Hindus speak of Karma…”Posted: July 2, 2010
“O God, ease our suffering in this, our moment of great despair…
Last weekend I had to run to the hardware store to fix something around the house. I seem to do that a lot. This time I had to replace the lock on the front door. Did you know they break? Me neither. So let’s summarize, shall we? Locks break, new locks live at the hardware store, in the big shopping center one exit up the interstate.
As I approached a large department store at the opposite end of the shopping center, an older woman and her mother walked out and stood to cross the street to the parking area. I stopped to let them pass because that is how I roll…or do not roll, as the case may be.
…Yea, admit this kind and decent woman into thy arms of thine heavenly area, up there…
The two women started across in front of my car, and another that was headed in the opposite direction but stopped to let them pass.
I heard the roar of an engine behind me and looked in the rear view mirror. A pick up truck was coming up behind me. I was not picking up on any sort of stopping vibe from the driver. I was right. The pickup veered right, went around me between my fender and the leg of the oldest of the two women who was just then reaching the curb.
I am pretty sure I saw that woman’s life flash before my eyes.
…And Moab, he lay us upon the band of the Canaanites…
I think the woman knew her life flashed before my eyes too. She turned after the truck whistled past and looked at me. I rolled down my window and she asked if I saw that. I said I did, but I didn’t go into it as I was at a particularly trying point in her life’s history at that point.
Maybe she was talking about the truck that flashed past us both and not her life going past my eyes. It is so hard to divine someone’s intent sometimes, isn’t it?
I looked down toward the next major store, a supermarket, where the same truck was repeating the same stunt. It zipped around another car and nearly hitting a gentleman pushing his groceries towards the parking area. I was happy to see several cell phones pop out, trying to get help to get him off the road. I’d had a moment of wondering if what had happened was an unfortunate accident. His repeating it made it clear, this guy was just a jerk.
…and yea, though the Hindus speak of Karma, I implore you: give her a break.” – Chevy Chase, National Lampoon’s Vacation
When the truck went past me one image of it stuck in my head. The owner of the truck had a sticker on the back window. It was patterned after the Visa credit card logo, but the word Visa had been replaced by the word Karma.
Karma? Really? Clearly this guy had no concept of what Karma is, that is is not a weapon for him to use against slower moving people or that if Karma was in fact credit based, he was in arrears on his payment and in danger of cancellation.
Hope when the pay off comes he is alone.