I loved my last post. I felt so wise, so free.
That afternoon, I was out having lunch at a local park and I saw a diving journal that had been left behind. I found a phone number and called the guy. He lives far away, so I offered to mail it to him. You’d think that would be worthy of a “thank you.” You’d be wrong.
He told me to instead drop it off at a local business and he’d come back for it. Considering that he had a bunch of licenses and certifications in there that might be useful since he’s a diving instructor, you’d think he would have been less cold and gruff and unappreciative.
Meh.
I got to said local business and waited forever for someone to acknowledge me. I found out that the owner of the journal had called to say I was coming. So why they were all hiding in the back corner of the store and not answering as I tried to get their attention?
In true “no good deed goes unpunished” fashion, the big bird called the universe spreads its ass cheeks and takes a dump on my life. Usually it takes a day or two for misfortune to find its way to me. But this time, my punishment was instant. Because when I was inside, my car got keyed. Sigh.
I didn’t need a parade or a thank-you or anything, but jeebus, why does my reward always have to be a kick in the ass?