Karma is a bitch. I learned this today in a very specific and creepy way. A few days ago my friend called to say she was waiting on a plumber to show up because one of their toilets backed up in a shower and it was pretty ewwww. She called it black sludge and said it was everywhere.
Now, I had heard of this happening to people, but not to anyone I know. As she was telling me the story I got totally amused. I made some jokes. I know it’s wrong, but it was funny only because this particular friend keeps such a clean house that I can’t imagine this kind of violation happening to her without getting tickled.
I have never seen a speck of dirt in their house, and I’ve looked. They have three labs, THREE LABS, and there is never dog hair anywhere, ever. I have looked and some of our other friends have looked, and we just shake our heads in amazement and awe.You’ve been in a model house, right? My friends’ house is cleaner.
There are no water spots on their shower doors or the faucets. The baseboards look freshly painted and I know they’re not. Even their trash cans look brand new. I can see the bottom when I throw something away because they are always empty. The grout in their kitchen looks like it was installed today. It is my personal theory that if you want to know how OCD someone is about house cleaning, you just look at their grout lines.
So I teased my friend about having poop splattered all over that white, pristine bathroom and whether her husband was sedated since he is the most OCD of the two. It was all in fun and she was laughing and making jokes as well, so I didn’t think anything of it.
I felt pimpslapped by karma when the same exact thing happened to me a couple of days later. It was bad. That plumber did things to our pipes with a vibrating spring that make me want to move. And we paid him a lot of money for that. Now I’ve got a bathroom to clean, or possibly rehab, and a new appreciation for karma.