My father in law was an Exucutive VP at a major multinational based here in Minnesota. One day he up and decided to leave his wife and kids and move to Austrailia to shack up with a wench he had been seeing. No alamony, no child support, no nothing. My BIL stayed with him for a while, and was treated like a non human.
He’s now living with his Mother and Father. He’s over fifty, and he’s living in the spare bedroom of their double wide. Broke. And single.
I knew a woman whose father had molested her for many years. A few years back, she got a telephone call from her Mom, telling her that her father had a “prolapsed rectum”. Basically, the guy’s ass was falling out.
Couldn’t have happened to a better person.
Back in August of 1982 (I was 15), I was playing Pac-Man in the local arcade on a hot saturday night. One of my classmates thought it’d be funny to try and set me on fire with a bic lighter. While I was concentrating on my video game, he took the lighter and held the flame against my jeans until I felt a sharp pain. I still have a mark on my butt where the flame was. My jeans actually had a huge black spot from where they’d almost caught on fire. He and his friends howled with laughter when I did my little, “I’m on fire” dance.
What makes it really bad is that he and I were best friends from Kindergarten until about 8th grade. We just drifted apart. He fell into a bad crowd.
Anyway, he was killed in a car accident about 3 hours later. I was mad at him for what he did, but I didn’t want him dead…
I just thought of another one.
About five years ago, we had a very pretentious, holier than thou supervisor. She would treat her employees like utter crap.
One day, she sent out a memo saying that “everybody should shape up and also remember that I have the authority to fire anyone for any reason I see fit”.
A week or so later, she was canned by the Office Manager. We had a very productive day after learning that.
::giggles like mad::
Ahh karma.
My favorite story this past year:
In front of a Brooklyn Catholic school, a man was flashing the girls for weeks. They called the cops, but nothing happened. One day he did it again, only this time the girls confronted him. They wound up chasing him for a few blocks, when two observers tackled the guy. Then the girls gave the guys a beatdown before cops arrived.
Oh, that happened in Phily.
About 15 years ago I was a shop foreman at a dealership. Two of my employees didn’t think much of me. They bad mouthed me to the big boss long enough that the day after Christmas I was fired.
Two months later, both of these assholes were fired for theft and fraud. The guy that fired me was canned a month after that.
My boss can be a total bitch sometimes. Very condescending and sarcastic, and just loves to look down her nose at me any chance she gets. Most annoying of all, she chooses to work three or four hours’ unpaid overtime every single day in an effort to impress her boss, and believes everyone else should do the same. I don’t, and stick rigidly to the hours I’m paid to work. Therefore, I’m constantly on the receiving end of sly little digs, usually implying that I’m not career minded or willing to commit myself to the job.
Imagine my glee when, just a couple of weeks ago, I heard that she’d been dumped by her boyfriend because he got fed up with the fact that she spent too much time at the office! Better still, he threw her out of his house, leaving her with nothing. Now she lives in a grotty rented flat in a bad area, with noisy alcoholics as upstairs neighbours, and struggles to make ends meet now she has to pay all the bills herself. Fantastic! 
Not at all like me to say something like this, but I don’t feel sorry for her in the slightest. In fact it’s rather satisfying when she boasts about her “gorgeous” new flat, having no clue whatsoever that everyone else in the office actually knows the true details.
Two small stories, about people that aren’t really BAD, but still, I felt the Karma.
First (I think I’ve told this one before) was an old schoolmate from way back when. When we were about 14 or so, I was slightly overweight. She was less overweight. She liked to “rub it in” that I was “less attractive” than her and I was fatter than her.
Years later, I saw her in a store where I worked. She had a HUGE ASS. You know, one of those HUGE ASSES that is attached to a person who has an otherwise average-sized figure? That’s what she had. On the other hand, I had lost weight and while not thin, did not have a HUGE ASS.
I feel kind of bad, thinking that some karma was involved, because after all, we were both kids when she rubbed my nose in how fat and ugly I was. But still, there’s a moral to that story. Don’t make fun of someone else’s appearance, because you don’t really know what you’re going to look like in 10 years or so.
The other story is kind of weak too, but here goes. A fellow student in college went through an “obnoxious artistic genius” phase. (A lot of creative types go through that I guess—some more than others.) She thought she was all that. She seemed to always get what she went after. She was warned and cautioned to not take this “high” that she was on too seriously, because it wouldn’t last, but of course she wouldn’t listen. She thought that the reason that the rest of us dried up old losers (you know, artists who had more experience and education than her) didn’t have seamlessly perfect lives was because we were not as talented and as brilliant as she was.
We all were entering an art show, and she made statements before the judging about how she’d get in and get an award and blah blah blah.
But the problem was, she didn’t get any awards and she didn’t get in the art show at all. Some of the rest of us “losers” did instead. She was devastated. I heard through the grapevine that she went on a major snit and even destroyed some of her artwork in class. :eek:
But, at least in her case I think she did learn from her mistakes. At least I hope so.
A guy I’d been seeing for months my freshman year in college dumped me, spread nasty stories about me and sabatoged a few potential relationships I started after we broke up. That is, until he flunked out during the second semester to devote his energies to being a miserable alcoholic. And the boys he’d scared away wised up and tried to date me again. Funny how things work out.
This isn’t that bad, but I did giggle a little at the time.
When I was in seventh grade, I was second chair flute in the band. The first chair thought this was obscene because I was a seventh grader. When she was in seventh grade, she hadn’t been a first! Besides, she wanted to sit next to her friend. I was just some dumb seventh-grader. I loved music, but she made my life hell. She would dis me to her friend right in front of me. Because I was completely spineless, and she was older than me, I let her get away with it, but I haaaaaaaated her.
We ended up going to different high schools, so that was the only year I had to interact with her.
Years later, when I was a senior in college, I spotted her on a university shuttle. I looked up her name in the university directory, and lo and behold, she was a junior. HA! She had spent a year belittling me because I was below her, and now I was ahead of her.
(I spent some time debating whether I should confront her and ask her if she felt bad about treating me like shit in junior high - I even started a thread about it on the SDMB - but never did. It’s probably better that way, but sometimes I regret it.)
Joe, you’re being whooshed.
Think Dr. Seuss.
I think it was pushed off the precipice, but the guy from my ‘cad’ topic (he was essentially tricking a 17 year old into going out with him for an easy lay; and also dumped his girlfriend of four years (not her age) for the CHANCE of rooting another, better looking girl).
Since then, the disasters have been many.
So in a matter of weeks we’ve gone from ‘good looking law student with a hot (though ill-gotten) girlfriend’ to ‘homeless and poverty-stricken in sub-zero temperatures’. Huzzah!