{"id":18371,"date":"2024-09-17T21:09:45","date_gmt":"2024-09-17T19:09:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/?p=18371"},"modified":"2024-09-17T21:09:45","modified_gmt":"2024-09-17T19:09:45","slug":"an-entitled-man-took-my-seat-on-the-bus-but-karma-struck-him-three-times-during-the-trip","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/?p=18371","title":{"rendered":"An Entitled Man Took My Seat on the Bus, but Karma Struck Him Three Times during the Trip"},"content":{"rendered":"

When a rude stranger stole my bus seat, I never expected karma to hit him threefold during our journey. As I watched his day unravel, I wondered if my final act of revenge would be a step too far \u2014 or the perfect lesson he needed to learn.<\/p>\n

I was having a pretty decent day until I boarded that bus. The stop was crowded, people pushing and shoving to get on first. I managed to snag a seat, dropping my bag to save it while I helped Mrs. Chen with her suitcase.<\/p>\n

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\nA woman helps an elderly woman to a seat on a crowded bus | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you, dear,\u201d she said, patting my arm. \u201cThese old bones aren\u2019t what they used to be.\u201d<\/p>\n

I smiled, turning back to my seat, only to find some suit-wearing jerk sitting there, my bag tossed on the floor.<\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse me,\u201d I said, trying to keep my cool. \u201cThat\u2019s my seat.\u201d<\/p>\n

The man barely looked up from his phone. \u201cDon\u2019t care. First come, first served.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut my bag was here. I was just helping someone \u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLook, lady,\u201d he snapped, finally meeting my eyes. \u201cI\u2019m not moving. Take your bag and find another seat.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\nA man rudely tells the woman to find another seat, refusing to move | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n

I was fuming, but causing a scene wouldn\u2019t help. I snatched my bag and stomped towards the middle of the bus, muttering under my breath. As I passed a young woman struggling with a fussy baby, I gave her a sympathetic smile.<\/p>\n

The bus lurched forward, and I grabbed a pole to steady myself. That\u2019s when I heard it \u2014 the unmistakable wail of a baby cranking up to full volume. I couldn\u2019t help but smirk as I saw the entitled jerk\u2019s shoulders tense.<\/p>\n

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\nThe bus lurches forward as a baby starts crying loudly | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n

He turned around, glaring at the young mom. \u201cCan\u2019t you shut that kid up?\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman looked mortified. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, he\u2019s teething. I\u2019m doing my best.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, your best isn\u2019t good enough,\u201d he snapped.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d had enough. \u201cHey, buddy,\u201d I called out. \u201cHow about you mind your own business? She\u2019s doing what she can.\u201d<\/p>\n

He shot me a dirty look but turned back around. I caught the mom\u2019s eye and mouthed, \u201cYou\u2019re doing great.\u201d She gave me a grateful nod.<\/p>\n

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\nThe woman reassures the struggling mom with a comforting look | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n

An elderly gentleman sitting nearby leaned over to me. \u201cDon\u2019t let him get to you, dear. Some people just wake up on the wrong side of the bed.\u201d<\/p>\n

I chuckled. \u201cMore like the wrong side of life.\u201d<\/p>\n

For the next half hour, that baby was like a tiny, adorable instrument of karma. Every time the jerk started to doze off, the little guy would let out a piercing shriek. But the real kicker? He started literally kicking.<\/p>\n

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.<\/p>\n

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\nA man on a bus | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n

The back of jerk-face\u2019s seat was getting a workout. I bit my lip to keep from laughing out loud.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor the love of \u2014 can you control your child?\u201d he snarled at the mom.<\/p>\n

She looked close to tears. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, he\u2019s just restless. It\u2019s a long trip.\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t help myself. \u201cHey, if you\u2019d let me have my seat back, you wouldn\u2019t be dealing with this.\u201d<\/p>\n

He ignored me, but I swear I saw his eye twitch.<\/p>\n

A teenager sitting across from me snickered. \u201cDude\u2019s gonna blow a gasket.\u201d<\/p>\n

I grinned. \u201cServes him right.\u201d<\/p>\n

Just then, a few raindrops splattered against the windows. The jerk stood up, reaching for the roof hatch above his head. \u201cGreat, just what we need! Rain!\u201d<\/p>\n

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\nPeople on a bus | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n

As he tugged on the hatch, there was a loud CRACK. His face went pale. \u201cUh oh.\u201d<\/p>\n

A steady drip of water began falling \u2014 right onto his head. He tried to close the hatch, but it was stuck fast. Every few seconds, another trickle landed with a soft \u201cplop\u201d on his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cHaving some trouble there?\u201d I called out sweetly.<\/p>\n

He whirled around, water flying from his woolen beanie. \u201cShut up! This is all your fault somehow, I know it!\u201d<\/p>\n

I held up my hands innocently. \u201cHey, I\u2019m way down here. Maybe it\u2019s just\u2026 karma?\u201d<\/p>\n

The mom with the baby, who had finally settled down, giggled. The jerk shot her a venomous look before slumping in his seat, occasionally swatting at the water drops like they were flies.<\/p>\n

A middle-aged woman sitting nearby whispered to me, \u201cI\u2019ve never seen anything like this. It\u2019s like the universe is teaching him a lesson.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded, trying to keep a straight face. \u201cThree strikes and you\u2019re out, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

As we neared our destination, a wicked idea popped into my head. I dug into my wallet, pulling out a wad of cash \u2014 mostly ones, but with a couple of twenties on top to make it look impressive. Quietly, I slipped it under the seat closest to where I was standing.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh my gosh,\u201d I said loudly, bending down. \u201cLook what I just found!\u201d<\/p>\n

The entire bus went quiet. I held up the money. \u201cDid anyone lose this? It was under this seat here.\u201d<\/p>\n

The jerk\u2019s head snapped up so fast I thought he\u2019d get whiplash. His eyes were wide, fixed on the cash in my hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s mine!\u201d he shouted, leaping up. \u201cI was sitting there earlier! I must have dropped it!\u201d<\/p>\n

I raised an eyebrow. \u201cOh really? Somehow I doubt that. Can you prove it? Did anyone see that man sitting in this seat here?\u201d I called out loudly, pointing at the spot where I\u2019d planted the cash.<\/p>\n

A chorus of \u201cnos\u201d sounded from our fellow passengers, much to my satisfaction.<\/p>\n

The man\u2019s face turned an interesting shade of purple. \u201cGive me my money, you thief!\u201d he insisted.<\/p>\n

He lunged forward, trying to grab the cash. But karma wasn\u2019t done with him yet. His shoe caught on someone\u2019s bag, and he went sprawling face-first into the aisle.<\/p>\n

There was a collective gasp, then silence. Slowly, the jerk pushed himself up, clutching his arm. \u201cYou\u2019ll pay for this,\u201d he hissed at me. \u201cI\u2019ll sue!\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t hold back my laughter any longer. \u201cSue me for what? Finding my own money?\u201d<\/p>\n

His jaw dropped. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

I fanned out the bills, showing that it was mostly ones. \u201cIt\u2019s my money. I was teaching you a lesson about karma and assuming things. Maybe next time you\u2019ll think twice before taking someone\u2019s seat and being rude to a mom and her baby.\u201d<\/p>\n

The entire bus erupted in applause. The jerk\u2019s face was a mix of rage and embarrassment as he slunk back to his soggy seat.<\/p>\n

The teenager from earlier gave me a thumbs up. \u201cThat was epic! You totally owned him!\u201d<\/p>\n

I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, but inside I was doing a victory dance.<\/p>\n

As we pulled into the station, the mom with the baby caught my eye. \u201cThat was amazing,\u201d she said. \u201cThank you for standing up to him.\u201d<\/p>\n

I smiled. \u201cUs bus riders have to stick together, right? Besides, your little guy did most of the work.\u201d<\/p>\n

She laughed, bouncing the now-sleeping baby. \u201cHe\u2019s usually such an angel. I guess he just knew that man needed a lesson.\u201d<\/p>\n

The elderly gentleman who had spoken to me earlier chuckled. \u201cIn all my years of riding buses, I\u2019ve never seen justice served quite like that. Well done, young lady.\u201d<\/p>\n

We all filed off the bus, the jerk pushing past everyone in his haste to get away. As I watched him storm off, still dripping, I couldn\u2019t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.<\/p>\n

\u201cKarma\u2019s a funny thing,\u201d I mused to myself. \u201cAnd sometimes, it rides the bus.\u201d<\/p>\n

As I walked away from the bus stop, I noticed the young mom struggling with her bags and the baby. I jogged over to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cNeed a hand?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

She looked relieved. \u201cOh, would you? That would be wonderful.\u201d<\/p>\n

As we walked together, she introduced herself as Lisa and her baby boy as Sam.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Carla,\u201d I said. \u201cWhere are you headed?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust to my sister\u2019s place,\u201d Lisa replied. \u201cIt\u2019s a few blocks from here. I hope I\u2019m not taking you out of your way.\u201d<\/p>\n

I waved off her concern. \u201cNot at all. After that bus ride, I could use a nice walk.\u201d<\/p>\n

We chatted as we walked, laughing about the incident on the bus. As we turned a corner, I stopped dead in my tracks. There, at a nearby caf\u00e9, sat the jerk from the bus, looking miserable as he tried to dry himself with paper napkins.<\/p>\n

Lisa followed my gaze and stifled a giggle. \u201cShould we say hello?\u201d<\/p>\n

I grinned mischievously. \u201cYou know what? I think we should.\u201d<\/p>\n

We approached his table, and I cleared my throat. \u201cFancy seeing you here.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked up in embarrassment. \u201cYou! Haven\u2019t you done enough?\u201d<\/p>\n

I held up my hands peacefully. \u201cActually, I came over to apologize. The money thing was a bit much.\u201d<\/p>\n

He seemed taken aback by my admission. \u201cOh. Well\u2026 I suppose I wasn\u2019t exactly on my best behavior either.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lisa stepped forward, bouncing Sam gently. \u201cWe all have bad days. Maybe we can start over?\u201d<\/p>\n

The man\u2019s face softened as he looked at the baby. \u201cHe is kind of cute when he\u2019s not screaming.\u201d<\/p>\n

We all laughed, the tension dissipating. As Lisa and I turned to leave, the man called out, \u201cHey, what\u2019s your name?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCarla,\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n

He nodded. \u201cI\u2019m Victor. And\u2026 I\u2019m sorry about the seat thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

I smiled. \u201cWater under the bridge, Victor. Or should I say, water through the roof?\u201d<\/p>\n

He groaned good-naturedly at my joke, and we parted ways. As Lisa and I continued our walk, I couldn\u2019t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, karma had worked its magic on all of us today.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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