Sometimes Karma Doesn’t Wait Around
I’m a rather veteran delivery driver, but the other night, I made a mistake that could’ve cost me almost $100. Thankfully, Karma was dished out almost instantaneously.
I was knocking on a customer’s door, and a car pulled up in front of the house with two girls in it.
Driver: “That’s our food!”
So, I went up to the driver’s side door.
Me: “It’s $66.50.”
The girl in the passenger seat gave me $80 in twenty-dollar bills. Mind you, it was super dark, and now I was down in the street doing this transaction, so I couldn’t see very well. I give the girl $13 in ones, got stiffed on the tip (of course), and walked back and hopped in my car.
The second I got in my car where I had a light, I noticed that the money was obviously fake; it said, “Prop money,” on the back in black print. I looked up and saw the girls speeding off and turning around the block.
I followed them. I hadn’t even decided what I was doing yet or if I was going to call the police; I was just following them on instinct.
They took a left turn, and as I turned after them, I looked down the block just in time to see a cop whip out behind the girls’ car and light them up. PERFECT!
I pulled up next to the cop as he was getting out.
Me: “Hey, man. I’m sorry to bug you, but those girls just gave me $80 in fake money, too.”
Cop: *Smiling* “Okay, man. Karma’s a b****, ain’t it?”
Needless to say, I got the pizzas back (which I offered to the cop) and got my change back, and the girls both went to jail for fake currency and whatever else was in their car.