When a rude man stole my bus seat, I never expected karma to hit him so hard. Here’s how it all unfolded.
I’d just helped Mrs. Chen with her suitcase when I found a suit-wearing man in my seat. “Excuse me, that’s my seat,” I said. Without looking up, he replied, “First come, first served.” Forced to move, I headed to the middle of the bus, fuming.
As the bus lurched forward, a baby began wailing, much to the man’s annoyance. “Can’t you shut that kid up?” he snapped at the mom, who apologized, saying her baby was teething. I intervened, “How about you mind your own business?”
The baby’s cries escalated, and soon, the man was drenched from a leaking roof hatch. He angrily blamed me, but I simply replied, “Maybe it’s karma?”
Near our stop, I planted a wad of cash under a seat and pretended to find it. The man quickly claimed it was his, but no one backed him up. He tried to grab it and fell, causing the whole bus to erupt in laughter. “That was epic!” a teenager said.
Later, I saw him at a café, miserable and wet. Apologizing, we made amends. Maybe karma worked its magic on us all that day.
