Karma?

Let me tell you a story about karma. 

Last week I noticed that my honey bear was running quite low in the honey department.  I forsaw many peanut butter and honey sandwiches in my future. 

That evening I found myself in the lovely Stamper Commons.  If you are unfamiliar with the Stephens meal plan system, you pay (a very generous amount) to recieve "unlimited" food from the cafeteria - and you are welcome to bring in to-go containers. 

So I figure.  I could either (a) fill up a tupper ware with honey, using up most of a honey bear,  or (b) I could take a partially full honey bear and save the effort of washing a very sticky tupper ware. 

I chose (b).  WRONG CHOICE. 

I forgot the honey bear was in my back pack for a couple days, and when i realized i discovered honey all over my winter hat.  PROBLEM.  There was a blizzard the next day and I had no hat.  

But wait, the plot thickens.  I used the honey again today for the second (2nd) time.  I put it on a tortilla with some peanut butter, rolled it up, and then walked over to close my blinds.  Because what else would you do while eating a peanut butter-honey tortilla?

The honey drips.  All over the footstool of my cushy chair.  Well curse that!  Karma i tell you!

Here is a little Karma dude to illustrate the basic Karma principal. 

But I still have no intention of returning the honey bear.  In fact I washed down the first peanut butter-honey tortilla with a peanut butter-honey tortilla.