I’m a smartass sometimes… no, really. I know it’s hard to believe, but trust me.
As I sit here and stare at the foot+ of snow on the ground (and my car), I realize that Karma is simply returning to my doorstep… she is a patient bitch, ain’t she?
You see, I live in New England USA – born and raised. A few years back, my parents retired and moved to the outer banks, North Carolina. Their last act before leaving was to bequeath their snow blower to me (no, they’re not dead, I just like the word ‘bequeath’).
Years passed, seasons changed, hearts migrated and epics were fought. Or something like that. Last year, we really only got hit with one storm in the northeast. Yet my parents were blasted with constant snow. I actually said this to them:
“Do you want your snowblower back? It seems you need it more than we do…”
Yeah, I was being a bastard. I thought I was funny but Karma waited for her moment to strike.
I think I have 2 apologies to deliver:
Mom/Dad: sorry I was a smartass. You cannot have yer snowblower back.
Karma: you win, as usual…
Oy… why do I live in the northeast again? Fuck seasons, I want sunshine!