Karma

Karma

“No, no. Don’t stop here. Nothing to see here. Continue on your way please,” came the voice somewhere beyond the crowd of people in front of me.

I couldn’t see anything except the backs of heads. But I had to get through them or be late for work, again. If it was a show, I wanted no part of it, unfortunately the crowd was thick. My choices were keep moving forward, or get stepped on.

Moving forward, I began to hear snickers, while still the voice, almost begging now. “Please, on your way. I’m fine, really.”

I was hooked. I had to see. Not that I had any choice being stuck in a moving crowd.

Finally getting close enough, I actually laughed out loud. It was a man dressed as a clown. Well, a wig and a colorful coat. However, a bit closer, I realized it was the owner of our company, Andrew Winkley.

As he saw me, he called frantically. “Doris! Please help me! My wife caught me in a lie and tied me to this post when I was drunk! I can’t get loose! I’ll do anything!”

Well, I’m no fool. I pulled off his wig and untied his hands from the door, he quickly said “Thanks, I owe you!” and bolted down the street.

I stood there a minute in shock. The crowd had dissipated as he ran off, I was still going to be late, and he was gone. I rushed to work, embarrassed, and didn’t tell anyone.

Later in the day, I got a notice from my supervisor, Mr. Grant, he’d given me two demerits for being late! And he was smiling. However, a tad later I unexpectedly got a better position, and a raise!

And now I was Mr. Grant’s boss... now that’s karma.