Instant karma. 

I’m not a huge believer in Karma…  at least not in the “instant” sense.  But today, I got a chance to experience karma first hand. Unfortunately, the karma was against me. 

I suppose this should be labeled as one of those things you should probably keep to yourself, least someone in public thinks you’re a complete moron.  Well, you know me, anything for a laugh.  That’s what being a Dale is all about, I guess.

Anyone that knows me, knows that I hate. HATE. HATE. RACEWAY A  (That's highway A from Baraboo’s north side to Lake Delton)…   The biggest bunch of scalawags, drunkards, wannabe race car moms, valley girls on cell phones-applying makeup-while drinking their lattes, pickup truck cowboys with a LEAD foot, and angry white guys you have ever seen all seem to congregate – bumper-to-bumper on that 9 miles stretch of Wisconsin roadway in the mornings. 

Normally, Hwy A is a nice, quiet drive through scenic vistas, wide farmlands, and rolling hills.  You will undoubtedly see some sort of wildlife crossing in front of you, or lumbering to the side of the road - deer, rabbits, raccoons, skunk and many squirrels.  The kind of road where back in the day, mom and pop would take the kids “for a spin” after church.

 

But, not anymore.  Highway A has now become a westernized branch of autobahn.  Son, you’d better driving it around 85mph, otherwise a long line of frustrated (and talking on their cell phones with the patented Wisconsin driving head “tilt”) will be touching your bumper, reminding you that…they are in a hurry, safety be darned!

Now, I’m not a granny driver, really I'm not.  However, I do usually drive the speed limit or maybe even a few miles an hour over.  I’m proud of the fact I haven’t had a speeding ticket since before there were computers. 

Yet, this has caused several of those (above mentioned) drivers to occasionally pass me up a hill, in a no passing zone, and while another car is careening over the hill, also driving the speed of light.  Most days… I lay on the horn, and call them a few dozen of the most foul words I can think of.. as I slow way down, hoping they would get over before catastrophe strikes. 

However, today, I decided to roll down my window and give the offender the universal sign of “F**K Y*U”.  As I did, however, my watchband picked that exact moment to disassemble itself, and the watch went flying out onto the roadway. 

Scratch one old watch.  I wanted to replace it anyway…  but, still.  I’m sure the fellow just behind me, had a good chuckle as he watched the entire show unfold in front of him.  

"Hey Harriet! Look at that idiot in front of us loose his cool!" Well, anything I can do to make your day a little better, sir. 

So: In Review: **shole passed me on a hill, in a no-passing zone, nearly got us all killed, and then about a mile ahead, decided to turn left (JERK!); I lost my cool, lost my watch, and lost my dignity; the guy behind me got a good laugh; and the wheels of the universe continue to roll on.  Makes me wonder, if I'll ever learn? 

Karma, Karma, Karma, Chameleon….