After deciding that my beloved vintage sedan was a “eyesore,” my affluent neighbor decided to take matters into his own hands and froze my car solid overnight. However, he received a hard lesson from karma that same evening.
NEIGHBOR: “I demand you sell that old junk car! It’s polluting the air my kids breathe!”
ME: “Oh really? Are you offering to buy me a new one?”
I laughed off his “threat,” BUT a week later, I went outside and found my car completely covered in ice! There hadn’t even been rain! And there he was, sitting on his porch, sipping coffee with a smug look, saying, “Careful — looks like it’s raining every night!”
