Karma is a Bitch, and So am I

I was driving home this afternoon behind a van towing a huge trailer. The huge trailer had no turn signals or brake lights and was weaving in and out of lanes endangering many lives. For several minutes I debated about what to do, if anything. I ended up calling the police non-emergency number and reporting them as a dangerous driver. Making the call did not make me feel any better and I had the huge moral dilemma of “Am I a concerned citizen, or just a bitch?” Concerned citizen vs. bitch went through my mind all the way home, until I decided that I would leave it up to the Karma Gods. I stopped by Walgreens for Theraflu and Halloween candy (it is August after all), and as I was walking out the door, the criminal beeper went off. So embarrassing. I let the cashier look through my bag, then left again, and off the beeper went. Bitch it is. I just bought a shitty coupon book from a couple of kids who knocked on the door, so maybe the universe is balanced once again.