Saturday, April 12, 2014

Creating Our Reality or Accepting Our Karma

     I was sitting in a waiting room the other day at the tire-replacement shop and the man next to me answered his chirping cell phone.  With the TV blaring across from me, a senior woman raising her voice so that her elderly husband could hear her, and engines revving in the garage, my senses were already in overload.  If it hadn't been so cold out that morning, I would have tried to escape outside.

     But since I was stuck, I overheard his side of the conversation:

Him:  . . . . Yeah, I really wanted this to happen.  I reached in the engine and grabbed the hose myself so it would break.

Her:  Natter natter natter natter.

Him:   . . . . I only said that I knew today was going to be a long day.  That's it.  And now it's going to be even longer.

Her:   Natter natter natter natter.

Him:  OK, then.  Tomorrow I'm going to win the lottery and we're going to build our dream house in the hills somewhere.  OK?

Her:   Natter natter natter natter.

Him.  All right.  I'll talk to you later.  Love you.  Bye.

Her:  Natter.

     I didn't look at the poor guy, but he turned to me anyway (perhaps it was the height of my eyebrows that caught his eye) and said, "My girlfriend is really spiritual.  She thinks that because I said it was going to be a long day today, I caused my engine problem."  He gave me a sideways smile and I nodded.  But that got me to thinking.

     More on that next week.

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