Karma

I've had two perfect karma episodes in the past couple of days. 

The first:

There is a guy who has the office next to mine at work.  He's a very odd guy, one of those people that wants you to think he's so nouveau and an academic. He even goes so far as to have a beard, and wear mock turtlenecks with jackets that have the patches on the elbows.  So obnoxious.

He does the ultimate snub in the office, which is shutting his door constantly.  Not only does he do that, but when he goes wherever it is he goes 65 times a day, he locks his door!  Like the rest of us sitting around there are going to dig through his crap.  No thanks.  Recently his boss and her assistant moved to our area.  Suddenly, the door stayed open, and he's always out and about in the common area, much to my dismay.  The funny part is that when they aren't there, he goes back to locking his freaking door!

Friday, I opened the cabinet above my desk to get into my purse.  He was walking by, and stopped in my door and said "I've become accustomed to the loud crashes that come from your office.  Are you ok?"  WHAT?!  So I turn around, look at him and say "Hmm, I guess I open my cabinet a little loud.  Does it bother you?"  He says, "No."  So I say, "Ok, then." and turn around back to my desk.  Moron.

An hour later, someone stops by to get him for lunch, and he was flustered and goes rushing out of his office, then realizes he locked himself out.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.  Karma, sucker.

The second:

Tonight we decided to go to Mimi's Cafe for dinner.  If you haven't been there, it's a 'fancy' Bob Evans (it's owned by the same company).  We're all set up, and the best thing about the place is that they brought Riley her own little plate with Cheerios, an orange slice, crackers, a bib and a handiwipe.  So nice!  

Naturally, being a baby, she threw a little fit because she wanted a bottle.  We rectified the situation quickly and she was happy.  Once the bottle was done, she was still a little fussy, but nothing major.  Around this same time, these two women show up with the waiter. He was going to sit them next to us, but then they pointed at Riley and he moved them pretty far away from us.  I gave them the stinkeye, and Jeff said he overheard them tell waiter they had 'business to conduct'.  Huh? At Mimi's Cafe on a Sunday night?  What are you conducting?  And furthermore, how is my child going to interfere with it?

Less than 5 minutes later, the staff starts putting together tables near the women.  Jeff and I were so desperately hoping that the group coming in would be full of children.  Sure enough, within a few minutes, they all come rolling in.  Grandma, Grandpa, parents and 5 or 6 kids.  No joke. Two of which were in high chairs.  Jeff and I were just cracking up and debating getting dessert just to stay longer and watch it all play out.   Karma rears its ugly head again.  HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Naturally, because these two are the biggest asshats I've encountered in awhile, they request to be moved!  Where do they end up?  Right next to us as we were leaving.  I made sure to be a complete ass and make comments in their direction. 

People suck.