Karma

I told you yesterday about my little adventure in the car, well fast forward sixteen years.

We are living in Cleveland, Ohio and I drive a school bus for The Bureau of Jewish Education (see Rich Folks); anyway our neighbor and landlord had an emergency and had to go out of town. They asked us to feed their fish for them while they were gone, to feed fish means they had to leave key to their house with us.

I am at work one Sunday morning and I get a call from home, it seems my eldest daughter decided to go for a ride in the car and her siblings go with her. She has no clue how to drive so they only go backwards and forwards. Her brother gets scared because she is going to fast; she knows nothing about the brakes. He opens the door which catches the side of the garage, demolishes the garage, destroys the front end of the car, as if this is not bad enough, they kill the fish.

Their father decides this won’t happen again and they learn how to drive, my babies learned early.

Do you think we had to move?

Watch for it, Karma ain’t no joke!