21 Times Karma Showed These People Not to Mess Around

5.

We share a building with five other storefronts and don’t get along with either of the two adjacent companies for a number of reasons. The guy to our right is CONVINCED I sit at my desk, banging on his wall. Up until a few weeks ago, he would come into our office and start screaming. It was really hard to handle considering the amount of clients that are in our office. So, this morning, my entire work station lost power. We had an electrician come, and it turns out that my desk is hooked up into his office. It’s been that way for over a year now. What does this mean? He’s been paying part of our electricity bill for over a year. Ha!

6.

A friend of mine was walking down the street minding his own business (rocking a kilt and combat boots) when some drunk dude staggered past him and said something like “Nice skirt, f*ggot” and proceeded to trip over a fire hydrant and do a faceplant into the sidewalk.

7.

Way back in elementary school this kid, Max, would pick on me. I didn’t have him in any other classes until senior year of high school where I had him in an engineering class. I pretended to be buddies with him just to keep the drama down. He was borderline failing and I overheard him talking to one of his buds about how he was going to change his grade during the nutrition period where the teacher tends to leave the class and leaves his computer/grading program logged in. I told counseling and they were all serious about it and said they were going to log the changes to the grades for that class over the next month or two. Lo and behold, one day his grade mysteriously jumps up 35% (dumbass could of at least been subtle), and the school expels him.

8.

So a girl and I are sharing a bottle of wine sitting on the short wall between the parking lot and the beach. It was about 1-2AM. A guy in a corvette or some such low car is making doughnuts in the parking lot, showing off for someone or other. So he squeals his tires and revs his engine and peels out of the parking lot. Only he went to the entrance, where the parking gate was down. Down exactly at the level of his hood which folded double and popped up and smashed his windshield. We nearly fell off the wall laughing.

Written by Irvi Torremoro

Irvi Torremoro is an Austinite by way of Las Vegas. She's worked in various outlets in food & beverage and is now focused on writing, eating all the things, talking about Beyonce, and petting all the puppies. She runs flavorandbounty.com, a lifestyle blog about people in the service industry.