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So on my way home from my fathers house, I see a bag on the footpath. There is no one around. I stop the car and go over to the bag, trying not to look like the tramp that possibly stole and dumped it. In the bag, I find an iPhone and purse, complete with ID and address. Being the decent human that I am, I decide that the only right thing is to drive to said persons house and return her belongings. When I get there, she is just returning and tells me that she had left it by her car and forgot to lift it. She thanks me and I play the humble its-what-I-do. Me 1 - 0 Karma HT Upon returning to the flat, I naturally go to feed the cat first. Yes, he is a pain in the hole but doesnt have much of a choice in his living with my good self. After I have had the dubious pleasure of dropping HIS kids off at the pool, I realise that (not for the first time recently) I have left my phone in the car. As I head out to retrieve it, I am careful to ensure that I leave the door open. I do not have the front door key in my possession at this stage. I shudder as I hear the door click shut. Me 1 - 1 Karma FT At this stage, I return to the car in order to begin the process of inflicting my woe onto the unsuspecting victims - namely, you, the reader. As I contemplate my options, my friendly neighbour pulls up and aha! I am in. Result! Me 2 - 1 Karma HT Extra Time All is well and I can now get dinner before I venture out again to an exciting 3 hour class on committees. As I sit down to make my own visit to the pool, a gasp. No. bog. roll. Me and the Big Man need to have words. Me 2 - 3 Karma FT AET
Posted on: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 17:27:49 +0000

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