Baldo by Hector D. Cantú and Carlos Castellanos for January 14, 2013

Serves that señor right… I guess.

Always a reason for joy.

I know the feeling. I was cut up at night by a lunatic driving at excessive speed. I was annoyed and flashed my headlights by way of reprimand. This caught the attention of some traffic cops parked to the side of the road. Blue lights on and the miscreant was pulled over. Such joy. One wishes it could happen more often.

Sounds like schadenfreude.

WooHoo!!!

A few years ago I was heading home on th Eisenhower in Chicago in a snow storm. Fortunately there was very little traffic on the expressway-the road was plowed, but with blowing and drifting snow you couldn’t find the lanes. I was to the far right, carefully driving along, when a guy in a SUV passed me by. He was probably doing 55 to 60 ( I was doing 35 to 45 due to conditions). When I got to the split, I saw him stuck in a ditch-he was going too fast for conditions. I got home safe and he was the only person I saw in a ditch.

Something similar a couple summers back – a bridge on the busiest section of the busiest freeway in Calgary was being re-habbed, and down to two narrow lanes, leading to huge traffic backups daily. Some folks took to driving on the shoulder, then across an adjacent field to go past the long line, then push back on the road just before the bridge. Sweet to see the cops waiting for them one morning, handing out tickets. No shortcut that day. And it stopped happening, because tens of thousands of drivers got to drive past them stopped and getting their come-uppance.

I love when you get to see the karma train in action. Choo Choo!

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Serves him right!

My moment was at a red light. An idiot came up in the next lane and made a vroom vrroom challenge to race. I vroomed once, the light changed, he burned off, I made a right turn as I had intended, but noticed blue lights blinking down the street I just left.

IMMD!

Back when I was delivering pizzas I was on a run when a guy made a left turn just as I was entering the intersection. I did what I could to avoid him including slamming on the brakes and turing right but it was too late and I hit him right in the passanger side drive wheel and knocked it about 15 degrees off true (it was a front wheel drive car).

When the police arrived the other driver claimed that I was speeding through the intersection. The police asked me about it and I admitted that I wasn’t looking at the speedomoter at the time of the accident, but since I only had a half block to pic up speed and I was driving a 1980 Citatioon I knew from experience that I couldn’t get up to the speed limit. The officer considered my answer and agreed that I couldn’t be speeding when I reached the intersection. The other driver got a ticket for failing to yield the right of way, his car had to be towed away for repairs (I was able to drive away), and it turned out that he’d borrowed the car from a friend and had to tell his friend about the accident. I almost felt sorry for the guy, but not quite.

I was visiting my mom in Carson City, NV one winter. The night I left to go home ( I lived in California then ) the weather turned nasty. I left early for the airport in Reno, as it had started to snow heavily & the roads were getting covered. On my way north there was a car behind me &, naturally, the driver assumed it was daylight & he/she wanted to pass. There was nowhere to pull over or anything else. I continued at my slow pace, as required by law. The headlights behind me neared & backed off several times; then, suddenly, turned a sharp right into a snowbank. Laughter followed this misfortune as I continued, safely, on to the airport. The plane also made it out safely.

We call it “car”-ma. And it’s my favorite form of justice.