Baby, You can Drive my Karma (Sorry, Dad Joke)
Last Monday I had the six or seventh car accident that I did not cause (there have been so many that I have lost track). This is the third accident with the car that I purchased in 2015. I have had to prove my piece of the accident more than I feel that I should have, but I think that the work and transparency is paying off. When I flung open the door and faced a girl ten years younger than me that was being impatient at the stop sign, backed up to go around and didn't see me, I faced myself. "...'cause I was once like you, so arrogant and brave. Impetuous and rude." I joked with Mike when I got this car that I should call it Kismet, but I never actually named it as I had with all of my other vehicles. Maybe I cursed it with the name Kismet or maybe I am cursed with Kismet. I often joke with people that I am paying a Karmic penance for being a real asshole in a previous life. The reality is, I am probably paying a bit of a Karmic penance for being a real asshole