That Karma thing again…

The other day, while leaving the grocery store, a random guy came up to me and asked for a ride home.

I stupidly gave it to him.

I know this was a very idiotic thing to do, but it was broad daylight and there were people all around, so I figured it would be okay.

I was fine, he didn’t kidnap me or anything.

Later that night, Karma totally paid me back for giving a ride to a stranger with a hip replacement.

I’d been drinking, because I’m usually drinking. (I don’t know if I’ve explained this before, but Best Friend gives me a gold star on the calendar for days I don’t drink. I don’t have that many.)

I ended up at the best frat house on campus, because they play the best dance music. Rock Lobster, please?

Unfortunately, instead of dancing, I was puking off the front porch.

I can usually hold my alcohol exceptionally well, but the free booze/drinking game combination earlier in the evening had really done me in. And all the people I’d come there with weren’t as bad as me, but still in no condition to help another drunk out.

Some wonderful lady I don’t even know and to whom I will always be grateful gave me a ride back to my apartment.

Karma.

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