Please guide me, Karma Cleanser. I really don't want future spit in my food or the wrong pizza.-- Tipping is not a city in China
Your situation sounds to us like some modern spin on an Aesop fable -- "The Miserly Father and the Malnourished Delivery Man." Except, in those stories, your dad would end up with a pizza box magically glued to his nose, or some other fitting punishment. In any case, no, you're probably not hellbound for skimming off the top for the delivery person, and yes, your dad's going to get his just desserts in the end. On second thought, maybe he should watch out for that pizza box.
Dear Karma Cleanser:
Out of spite, I, in a child-like fit, smashed an egg in a one-armed co-worker's mailbox. After discovering that it was a felony and feeling a little guilty, I smashed an egg in my own mailbox and cleaned it out one handed.
Did I redeem myself? -- Eggstreme Felon
Wow, Felon, kudos to you for doing the Karma Cleanser's work for us. Yes, it certainly does sound like you've redeemed yourself (even if the other arm did slip in there once). On the other hand (heh heh, no pun intended), we can't help but wonder what the one-armed man did in the first place to piss you off.
Dear Karma Cleanser:
In response to "Seeking Answers and Squeaking By," (Oct. 9) the divorcee who was looking for joy in her (or his) life, I did not like your answer. Sure, you can tell us that our joy can't be ordered around, but I like to think that happiness is a choice, not a happenstance.-- Decide to Make it So
You're right -- partly. Happiness is a choice. But we like to think that you must choose to accept happiness, and deal with heartache, as it comes. As Rumi says: "Keep knocking, and the joy inside/ will eventually open a window/ and look out to see who's there."
Been bad? Take a left turn toward redemption and a right at relief: karma@creativeloafing.com.
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