Someone hit my truck.
No damage to the body, really, but the driver’s side tire took a whack, bending the whole steering mechanism, and probably destroying the hub and bearings. I have no idea if the 4WD is damaged yet.
It’s only the day before the busiest time of the year. It’s not like I really need a vehicle that can haul canoes and kayaks and pull trailers.
So my first reaction was anger and sadness mixed all up in a steaming pile of emotional compost. The fact that I got hit was annoying. The fact that someone then drove away without leaving any details was what really made me mad/hurt/steaming.
That person is inconsiderate. That person is rude. That person is bad. That person is evil.
I wished that karma would catch up and soon. I wanted them to be on the hit side of a hit-and-run. I wanted them to feel what I felt. That’s fair. That’s karma.
Well, it’s not about fair, and it certainly isn’t about karma.