Karma’s A Bitch

I was at a Chinese buffet and overheard, three people in the booth next to me, questioning the waitress (who appeared to be Asian-Hispanic decent).

They were asking her about voting for the President and who she planned to vote for. She had trouble understanding them and communicating that she could not vote. They immediately began taunting her – telling her that she shouldn’t be here if she couldn’t vote, that she didn’t even know who the President of the United States is, and then took a picture and said they would post it on Facebook.

After the waitress walked off, one of the girls at the table (the one who took the pic) looked up and asked me where I worked because I looked familiar. When I replied the local university in the social work department, she commented that she had recently been in my office to apply to our program, to which I replied Yes, I remember you and I’m also on the admissions committee, followed with a wink. The color drained from her face and she knew she was screwed.

Karma’s a bitch.