Whenever you come across a person that has wronged you, you can’t help but hope something happens to them as a form of punishment. There are in fact some crummy people in the world who deserve everything that happens to them, but these people have come forward as witnesses to the power of karma.
All stories have been edited for clarity.
The Grand Prize
“I was out for dinner with my then-fiancee (now wife) and her dad, my (now) father-in-law. He was being a bit mean to her because he got divorced and re-married and called himself loving those kids more than my wife. Her dad constantly gives my wife trouble over too many things.
We were at the end of dinner, and my father-in-law offered to pay for the meal. My wife asked to get her leftovers boxed because she wanted to take them home. Immediately, her father started berating her.
‘Well, you’ll just leave them in the fridge, then they’ll just get thrown out.’ He continued to criticize her for the simple request she made.
I told him, ‘Listen, it’s not your fridge, leave her alone.’ She and I live together and it was ridiculous he was making a big fuss over something that didn’t affect her whatsoever.
Her father got agitated, ‘Don’t tell me how to raise my daughter!’
I replied, ‘Then don’t speak to my fiancee that way!’
Her father then threw the bill at me and said, ‘FINE! YOU PAY THEN,’ and stormed out of the restaurant.
‘Why did you have to start something?’ My wife was disappointed. Everyone’s mood ran sour after that. I tried to calm my wife down but tensions were rising. After I paid the bill, my wife and I waited for about ten minutes and began to wonder what was taking so long.
Her dad was waiting outside festering about what happened. I knew he was ready to blow once we made it out there. Still waiting at the table, I motioned for the waiter and asked, ‘Can I just get our bill and go?’
‘Oh no sir, you have to wait for the manager.’
Little did I know, we were in for a sweet surprise.
It turned out they had a contest running where ‘every bill is a winner.’ Normally the prize won was a free drink or appetizer with your next meal. Well, we ended up winning the GRAND PRIZE which was a trip for 4 to Florida.
Whoever paid got the prize.
Well, guess what?
I paid because my wife’s father stormed out. Look at the way Karma worked!”
All Fired Up!
“I lived on thirty acres in rural Oregon. Coming out of my long gravel driveway there’s a road you had to turn onto. There was a rise to the west that allowed you to see people coming unless they come over the rise too fast.
An erratic driver came over the hill extremely too fast. It was a woman who looked far from happy. She was screaming, and flipping us off, all while she trying to pass. At one point she tried speed ahead, but there was a motorcycle coming in the opposite direction. Miraculously she didn’t hit him but had to pull back behind me again.
When she finally was able to pass us, a rare 4 way stop sign was just up ahead. We pulled up behind her and noticed after a while how long her vehicle was stationary in that one spot. For someone who was in such a hurry, we were a little dumbfounded to see her car unmoving for what seemed like forever at the stop sign.
Suddenly, one of the back windows cracked and we saw an ominous cloud of smoke seep out. We all figured it was some teenagers in the back blazing some weed. Suddenly the woman jumped out of the driver’s seat and started yanking on the rear door handle of her car.
My husband said, ‘She’s getting a weapon, drive!’ So I slowly started pulling around her. Just as she got the back door open she pulled out the craziest thing I have ever seen.
A box. It was a cardboard box, but with flames shooting out of it about a foot high. The woman threw it on the ground and started stomping on it with her five-inch heels.
That’s when we realized what happened. It was the middle of summer, and the forest was tinder dry. This stupid lady tried to toss a lit stogie out her window only to have it blown back inside and it ignited her box. It was unbelievable!
We could clearly see her car wasn’t on fire. It was just this flaming box that was actually safe in the middle of the road with no wind. We watched the woman frantically trying to stomp out the flames.
Then, we rolled our passenger window down and slowly drove past her while pointing and laughing as loud as we could. Then we all went out and had some delicious revenge breakfast while laughing some more. There was no sign of the woman or the box on the way home.”
Funny How That Works…
“One time there was a woman with a large basket full of stuff, shopping leisurely through all the pre-closing announcements at the store I worked for. She rolled up to the self-checkout five minutes after closing. The lights were dimmed and all other registers were already closed.
None of this phased the woman as she began scanning her items leisurely. I wasn’t all that bothered by it because I got paid by the hour. At one point, the woman changed her mind about an item and asked to send it back. By the time she was near the end of the pile in her cart, she had changed her mind for six different items. Each time she presented me with an unwanted item, I put each into the ‘go-back’ pile. Some of the items were holiday decorations. I watched her play with them, turn the lights on and off, then she would announce, ‘I don’t want this, no wait, I do, no, never mind.’
It was fine because patience is my middle name. It was my last shift on the last day of a temporary holiday job. A few more minutes wasn’t hurting anything. I smiled as she gave me each item before tossing them in the designated ‘go-back’ pile.
After a few moments, the woman scanned a knitted hat and discovered it had a snag.
‘This hat has a snag. Would you run and get me another one?’ The woman pleaded.
I couldn’t just up and leave my post. I was looking around for someone else. By then it was ten minutes after closing. Everyone was busy completing their closing tasks. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a chance to say anything before the woman lost her mind and started shouting at me to get help.
‘What’s wrong with you? Why aren’t you answering me?’
After she snapped at me, I found myself unable to answer because I had to bite my tongue to keep from telling her about herself.
‘I can’t leave my post but you can go get another hat if you want,’ I managed to say through gritted teeth.
The woman stormed off and returned with a replacement hat. After she had five minutes to think, she unleashed another tirade at me.
‘You owe me an apology for your TERRIBLE customer service!’ She declared.
‘I was trying to figure out what to do because there isn’t anyone around to help SINCE IT’S AFTER CLOSING,’ I amped my voice at the last words. This however only angered the woman even more. She then informed me she was going to give me a bad review on the survey from her receipt. The woman then announced she was going to report my egregious conduct.
Hmph, ten years ago on my last shift of a temp job I’d have some choice words, I thought to myself. Sadly I guess I’ve gone soft in my old age.
Finally, the woman got all her items checked through and attempted to pay.
As soon as she swiped her card, the screen processed for a brief moment before it froze.
‘Well that’s interesting,’ I thought to myself. Then the screen brought up a page that was all too satisfying to see.
The word ‘DECLINED’ reflected back at her.
Without reacting, the woman dug in her purse and pulled out a second card and swiped it.
‘DECLINED.’
The woman then proceeded to dump her entire purse out onto the self-checkout stand and shuffled through the junk that fell out. She desperately searched for a working card or cash. The woman then gathered a collection of crumpled bills that came out to twenty bucks altogether.
I glanced over at the total on-screen and saw that a total of one hundred forty dollars was still owed.
I continued to stand there in disbelief as the woman whipped out her smartphone and attempted to call her bank. It was nearly midnight.
‘I put some strict limits on my card to prevent fraud, guess I need to raise them.’
I wasn’t sure who she was talking to at this point. She may have been trying to convince herself about what was going on. I just shook my head. Her demeanor changed so quickly. Funny enough, no one at the bank was working SINCE IT WAS AFTER CLOSING FOR THEM TOO.
After giving up, the woman then tried to raise her card limit online. I still remained silent. I could feel myself smiling. I was still getting paid. That was all that mattered.
Finally, after some lame excuses as to why her cards weren’t working, she asked us to ‘layaway’ her basket of items so she could come back tomorrow and pay. At this point, my manager approached the scene wondering why on earth there was still a customer in the store.
They rolled her basket to customer service and promised to hold onto it.
I have to say in my couple short months at this job she was the only negative or irritated person I encountered, so I consider myself lucky.
‘Karma’ was all my manager had to say about it. Indeed.”
Nice…Hairdo?
“This story is about my mother. This happened when I was a teenager. Unfortunately, my mother is what people would call a ‘Karen.’ I’ve had to put up with it my entire life.
We went out for dinner at a small local restaurant that did all-you-can-eat buffets. I should mention my mother had long, thick and curly hair that she never tied up.
We got our dinner and sat down to eat. The night was going extremely well. I was surprised at how well my mom was behaving. Normally she would have wasted no time finding something to complain about.
Then it happened.
She looked down at her plate and said, ‘Oh my gosh! LOOK AT THIS! There’s a flipping hair in my food!’
I wasn’t fazed at all. I sighed and simply said, ‘Mom, that’s your hair.’ I knew exactly what she was doing.
‘AH, NO. That’s not my hair!’ She was speaking loudly for dramatic effect. Her charade was drawing attention of other diners in the restaurant. She continued, feeling egged on by the curious glances being thrown her way. I wanted to sink into my chair from embarrassment.
Not long after she started her fake tantrum, one of the waitresses came over to see what the problem was.
‘How’s it going here? What seems to be the problem?’
‘There is a hair in my food!’ My mother repeated for the billionth time.
‘Um…. ok?’ The waitress seemed just as confused as everyone else still trying to steal a glance in our direction.
However, my mother took her comment as being nonchalant about what happened to her. ‘Well then what are you going to do about it? We deserve to have our meals for free. This is horrible customer service.’
The waitress smirked. ‘I’m sorry you’re not satisfied with our food. Would you like to speak to the chef?’
My mom then returned the smirk the waitress gave her with a smug look of her own. Seeing that she was about to have her way, my mother’s attitude transformed into a cherry deposition.
‘Yes. I would!’
I was confused at this point, not understanding why the waitress didn’t seem to care but it soon became clear why.
A few minutes later the chef emerged from the back of the eatery and walked right up to our table. My mom’s face went ghostly white. Her jaw dropped.
The chef was BALD! Not balding, but so bald that you could see a reflection of the lights on the ceiling on his shiny scalp.
‘Hi there,’ the chef greeted my mother with an even tone. ‘How are things this evening? What seems to be the problem?’
‘Well… there’s a hair in my food.”
The chef grinned at my mom before saying, ‘I’m sorry to hear that m’am but unless I’ve miraculously grown a full head of hair on my walk over to your table, you can see I am very much bald. Seeing I am the only chef working tonight, that is clearly not my hair.’
My mother was rendered speechless.
‘Is that all for now? I need to get back to work.’
Without waiting for an answer, the chef turned and walked back to the kitchen, but not before I mouthed ‘sorry’ to him as he left.
I knew better than to say anything to my mom after this, but I had a smile on my face for the rest of the night.”
Wipeout
“I was coming onto a freeway with my big rig. I was signaling and smoothly switching between lanes while keeping half an eye on a car behind me that had been crowding me pretty aggressively.
It was raining. As soon as he hit the merge ramp that he happened to be following me up, the car picked up speed it in an attempt to pass me. The car ended up cutting into the no-drive zone that was clearly marked as such.
My cab was about sixty inches ahead of him. I had already started legally merging, and fifty percent of my whole rig already occupied the lane he wanted.
I don’t know why, but this dude flipped out. He screeched so hard back into his lane that I could literally feel the road tremble. He started blaring his horn and flashing his lights. I continued cruising and remained calm. I closely watched the traffic in my driver-side mirror and when I saw a break, I instantly knew what was going down.
The guy jerked his car into the left lane, floored it, and got beside my cab honking the whole way. He then proceeded to swerve at me. It was wet out but I did not react because it was just too dangerous. The guy then tried cutting me off.
Here’s the delicious surprise:
He swerved into place in front of me, jams his brakes, and totally lost control of his vehicle. It was suddenly sideways at forty-five miles per hour. I was nowhere near him because I already slowed down.
As I watched, his car continued to spin until it was facing me. Then the car whipped back forward while heading straight into the ditch. It plowed into the earth like a farm tool. This all happened right in front of everyone there on the freeway.
I stopped, the left lane has stopped and all watched as the guy slowly crawled out of his car which was heavily damaged and stuck in the mud. I saw other drivers get out to render aid, but some had pulled out on their phones.
I geared up out of there nice and calm. It was Insta-karma and it felt awesome.”
Car Wash Frenzy
“I used to work for an automatic carwash that originally charged three dollars for a wash. One spring we raised our prices from three dollars to five dollars. I lived in a state that had a lot of winter visitors that were older most of the time.
One winter, a man came to purchase a wash during one of the busiest times of the day. He started to get angry and told me he wasn’t obligated to pay five bucks for a wash. He then demanded I reduce the price to three dollars just for him.
After explaining why I couldn’t, the old man got even angrier. He aggressively got out of his car to yell at me for what felt like forever. At this point, there were probably fifteen to twenty cars behind him growing impatient. The man, however, refused to back down until he got his way.
A woman that had been waiting behind him got out of her car and then started yelling at him. I apologized and told her to get into her car as I continued working on resolving the issue.
However, the woman straight up ignored me and continued to bad mouth the old man. Unfortunately, this lit a final fuse. The man stomped over to his trunk and pulled out a freaking six-shooter. He started waving it around and threatening the woman, my staff, and me.
The woman frantically dove into her car and started to cry. It wasn’t my first time having someone pull a weapon on me so, I calmly told the man to put away his weapon because we called the cops.
Grumbling, the man got in his car and said, ‘I ain’t leaving.’
Within three minutes, the man drove through our gate, through a non-moving carwash, and made a run for it. We got his license so when the cops arrived we were able to give the description and plate number.
A cop comes back about forty-five minutes later for more information and told us they arrested him and called CPS because he had been drinking and left his three yr old grandson at his house, alone, while he went to the carwash.
It blew my mind!”
“Karma. It’s A Real Thing.”
“My husband of seven years cheated on me before he discarded me and our unborn daughter when I was 28 weeks pregnant.
At first told me he would try to stay and work it out if the baby was a boy, but he had no interest because I ended up having a girl. In the divorce paperwork, he didn’t even request visitation.
I had put up with seven years of financial abuse, gaslighting, and infidelity. So, I hired the best lawyer in our city, and she nailed him to the wall. We took him to court and I was awarded a large lump sum alimony payment, payable within sixty days.
Meanwhile, the woman he cheated with was actually one of his coworkers. Lots of people at his company had huge issues with his infidelity and his decision to abandon his daughter to date his coworker.
One day, about a week before the lump sum was due to me, a lady who worked with him called me up and told me he had been strutting around like a rooster that morning because the CEO had asked to video conference with him unexpectedly. He told everyone his talent had finally been recognized and he was getting a promotion.
Instead, the CEO called him into a meeting…so they could fire him.
They took his security badge and laptop before they forced him to leave the building. Afterward, some higher ups went over to his girlfriend’s desk and told her she could gather her things and get out too.
He freaked out and tried to get out of paying the lump sum since he was no longer employed but the court stood firm. I was awarded the massive lump sum alimony payment, plus half of the rest of our assets which were not inconsequential.
I moved back to my hometown to be near my family to raise my little girl. I ended up meeting a wonderful man and remarried. He has since adopted my little girl. With the money I received from my divorce I purchased several investment properties and put them all in a trust for my daughter.
I now live a simple and wonderful life with my daughter and new husband. We are both self-employed and work about twenty hours a week. We spend lots of quality time with our daughter. We’ve even taken her to Disney World twice!
She is surrounded by my family who all adore her. She lives a beautiful life far away from the man who didn’t want her because she was a girl. She’s never met him or even seen his face. Last I heard he’s been fired two more times from various positions, and has moved three or four times.
Karma. It’s a real thing.”
Blame It On The…Kid?
“Not too long ago, my new wife and I had begun our move into our new house, I introduced her to a friend of mine and his baby’s mother.
They too were trying to move into a new place but were having some difficulty getting the lights and water turned on. With a four-month-old baby in a sweltering southern state in the middle of summer with no AC, it can be lethal.
My wife agreed to loan the baby’s mother the funds to get the lights turned on and get the water going. They drove around that afternoon getting acquainted and talking about motherhood. They even picked up my friend’s stepchild from his daycare.
Unbeknownst to us, this woman stole a check from the back of my wife’s checkbook.
About two weeks later, my wife noticed a considerable amount of money missing. She checked her online ledger and saw the baby’s mother’s name and the exact amount she was missing on a check cashed a few days prior.
We immediately called the cops who were moderately helpful in starting a case. They called my friend’s baby’s mother to confirm her address for questioning reasons. She called my friend who called me and asked me the details. I relayed to him what had happened.
My friend had just been paid that day. He drove over around midnight, paid my wife the amount that had been taken, and went back home. The wife went over to their house later that night to talk to the police.
The baby’s mother started blaming her eleven-year-old son and stated that he had confessed to doing it. I didn’t believe her by a long shot. The woman begged for our forgiveness on the matter and asked if we would drop the charges.
We told her we needed time to think about what happened and that we would talk to all of them later.
The next day, my friend called and told me not to press charges. When I asked why shouldn’t I, my friend went on to say that he was worried because his new place was being threatened by two tons of oak dangling overhead and cracking loudly.
Well, lo and behold, karma struck. The limb fell and smashed the roof in. I went over to help him clean out the belongings that were essential for the baby. His baby’s mother kept bringing up how her son did it and how she was so sorry it happened and she’d never do anything to us like.
I told her that it wasn’t the time for it. At that point, I really didn’t believe what she said.
At the end of the weekend, I get a text from my friend’s aunt. She told me the neighboring county has arrested my friend’s baby’s mother because of five felony charges and a Failure to Appear.
Sweet, vengeful karma had proven itself to be in rare form.
We went up to the sheriff’s department in the county where we made the initial report and formally filed charges against her.
While in jail, she recanted her story about her son stealing the check and admitted to that and the other charges.
It was one intense week, but I’ve never seen karma in such a swift and vengeful form.”
Face Splat!
“So I used to work as a cashier at a retail store. As I was walking around my aisle straightening up merchandise, a lady and her son were waiting in line at a checkout line nearby.
The son had on a pair of Heelys. He was running up and down in front of the checkout lanes as fast as he could, before rolling on the wheels designed in the heels of the obnoxious shoes.
Now the mom seemed like an incredibly soft-spoken individual and was softly saying things like ‘Please come here,’ and ‘Stop doing that. The poor mom sounded like a broken record.
The kid was having none of it. He was completely disregarding his mom like she wasn’t even there. I could see the mom getting irritated. Suddenly, the mom snapped and yelled ‘Get over here RIGHT NOW!’
The kid, however, defiantly shouted ‘NO!’ He then proceeded to take off on another sprint. Right across from the checkout lanes were shopping aisles. The kid decided to run a little closer off the side time to avoid his mom as he rode by her.
Cue a little old lady that was pushing her cart from behind one of those aisles. The kid didn’t even have time to put his hands up before he snacked face-first into the old woman’s cart. It had some heavy stuff in it because this kid was moving exceptionally fast before he collided with the cart yet it barely moved at all as he face-bounced off. The boy landed flat on his back.
It was something that should have been in a Three Stooges film. The carts were plastic ones with small diamond-shaped patterns. The kid came running back to his mom crying hysterically. A red imprint of the cart was satisfyingly engraved on his face.”
Sorry, We’re Closed
“Early in my career, I was a newly minted supervisor closing up for the night. Our store closed at 8 PM so my team and I had already started cleaning and counting our tills. Fifteen minutes after we closed out doors, we all heard sudden and loud banging on the door.
One of the guys cleaning looked out the window and saw a couple acting absolutely irate. The same worker who came to investigate the commotion gestured to the ‘We’re Closed’ sign and pointed to the ‘Hours of Operation’ sign.
The guy standing outside took none of it. Everyone on the closing team had stopped dead in their tracks as they watched him continue to bang on the door like a spoiled child. This continued until one of the associates gets tired of being a mime and came to grab me while I was closing the till.
‘I’ll talk to him,’ I said and headed over to the door.
When I opened the door I said, ‘Sorry sir, we closed fifteen minutes ago.’
Before I could even finish the sentence, the guy looked me dead in the eye and loudly proclaims, ‘CUSTOMER SERVICE OR KISS MY ASS.’ This left me reeling for half a second before I said, ‘I’ll take the latter. Have a good night!’ I then immediately closed the door and locked it.
The next day my manager came in and we had a great time reading an email from the same guy the night before. The guy also included the email for cooporate, and the general customer service team. The ‘customer’ stated that whoever I was should have been fired for opening the door and addressing him at all since I was probably counting the till, and I had zero sense of customer service. He even went as far as declaring I should never be promoted beyond my position.
The irony was I looked him up and he actually worked at a local music store a friend of mine worked at. My friend told me the dude got fired a few months later for unprofessional conduct. I’ve since been promoted to store manager.
Karma, am I right?”