Sometimes Karma's Not a Bitch

STORYTIME: I was driving into the Farm Fresh grocery store parking lot when much to the chagrin of the three cars behind me, I stopped to let this old lady in a walker cross the road to get to her car. Because I stopped, I was in perfect timing to snag a parking space right up front as someone pulled out of it, and as I was walking in, another truck DIDN'T let me cross the road - sped past me and almost hit another car on his way out. 

This delayed me only slightly which put me at the salad bar at just the right time to reach for the dressing that was right next to this very handsome fellow with no wedding ring, which gave us an excuse to chat and flirt some, which led to him following me to the register to talk more (even though there was an empty one next to me) which led to me going out to my car as he was rung up, disappointed he didn't ask for my #, which flustered me in such a way I pulled out quickly without looking and almost ran him over as he was walking to his car, looking around the parking lot for me. 

This led to him laughing (thank goodness) and finally asking me out, all because I let a little old lady cross the street on a busy day. Bitch, don't tell me there is no such thing as Karma.