This is a story of instant, immediate karma!
I used to wait across from my university after classes to catch a bus home. This particular day it had been raining and the road and pavement (sidewalk) were still wet.
There were a couple of knuckleheads from the private school around the corner that occasionally stood nearby where we did. About sixteen years of age, they were prime morons, getting up to all kinds of horseplay and pranks. Nobody liked them, and they often teased and wolf-called some of the school and university girls that passed.
On this particular day, a gorgeous young woman, dressed in a navy-blue business suit and stilettos, crossed the intervening road towards the bus stop with her briefcase in her hand.
She looked something like this:
(Image credit: Olesya Masyutina)
The nitwits were in raucous form and, the instant they saw her coming, they started whistling and making sexual innuendos. One of the university students told them to shut up, but they ignored him.
The lady took no notice of them at all and continued at her brisk pace, presumably heading for her parked vehicle. Seeing they were having no effect on her, the two delinquents moved to the edge of the pavement at the spot where she would step on from the road. As I moved forwards to block them from her, I saw the guy that had first called them out also move forwards.
However, before we could get there, the lady's brisk pace and the stilettos’ small frictional surface conspired to cause her one foot to slide along the wet road just before she reached the pavement.
As her momentum glided her across the smooth surface, the lady yelled out that word that describes faeces. The nitwits laughed.
As the lady skated forwards, desperately trying to keep her balance, her leading foot slid out completely and she began to go down. Her first reaction was to grasp at the nearest solid thing to save her fall, which just happened to be Nitwit no.1. As she grabbed his upper arm, she fell into him, knocking him backwards. His foot caught the edge of the pavement, tripping him up.
As he toppled, Nitwit no.1's arm flailed out to correct his centre of gravity, and his arm struck Nitwit no.2 square across his jaw, spinning the latter around. Nitwit no.2 hit the ground first and landed on his back. Nitwit no.1, who had half-twisted, drove his shoulder into his idiot friend's chest, and their heads collided.
A second later, the lady landed on top of both of them. As the knuckleheads had unexpectedly broken the lady's fall, she was unharmed. She apologised profusely to the boys, but I told her:
“Ma'am, you have nothing at all to apologise for. These two troublemakers got exactly what they deserved!”
I proffered my hand, which the lady gratefully took, and I lifted her to her feet. She thanked me and continued on her way.
Everyone was laughing at the boys, which, though they deserved it, was slightly insensitive considering the pair lay there half-dazed on the hard pavement. So I did the right thing and checked on them, but they weren't injured.
I leaned over the supine boys and said, “I sincerely hope you idiots have learned a lesson today?”
“Yes, Sir,” they said sheepishly. I nodded, put my hand out, and pulled each to his feet. They mumbled a thank-you and walked off a bit unsteadily.
That turned out to be the last day those two stood by our bus stop. I have no doubt Mother Karma intervened and instantly taught those unruly teenagers a fine lesson in how to behave better in life.
I hope, for their sakes, they never forgot it. But, knowing teenage boys, I'll rather roll my eyes!