Really sad story, but the saddest thing is that similar situations happen everyday and everywhere

If we weren't so damn good at kidding ourselves, we would know who we were all our lives. But few of the values that we live by have any real value and we make a virtue out of behaving exactly as we want. Then, so that we don't look and feel like complete fools, we rationalize it all...

Indeed. :disgust

That's so sad!! I'm hella southern sounding..I even show my redneck from time to time... but I'd never do that!! :feels-hot

KRL, it was very kind of you to act on his behalf. What goes around comes around.... good will come back to you, dude.

Fyrflygrl

KRL! You're in Florida!!? Are you a native?!

Native Floridian = RARE BREED!

That's not really south, dude... I know it looks that way on the map, but really.....

Being in Florida is like being in upstate NewYork, only the drive's not so far from Tennessee

:thumbsup

Fyrflygrl

kar·ma ( P ) Pronunciation Key (kärm)
n.

1. Hinduism & Buddhism. The total effect of a person's actions and conduct during the successive phases of the person's existence, regarded as determining the person's destiny.
2. Fate; destiny.
3. Informal. A distinctive aura, atmosphere, or feeling: There's bad karma around the house today.


[Sanskrit, deed, action that has consequences, karma. See kwer- in Indo-European Roots.]





yupppp

it seems karma has already had a field day with them..I mean...they're WAITERS IN A COFFEEE SHOP
;-))

I had something like that happen to me when I was working as a lifeguard back in highschool. I was on my way to the pool in the morning and stopped into get my cup of coffee at a local coffee shop. They were in the middle of kicking out a guy who had come in asking to use the phone. All he wanted was for someone to call the cops or an ambulance. His head was split wide open, 6 or 7 inch cut on the top of his gushing blood. I called the cops while trying to bandage his head to stop the blood loss sitting in the entery way of the donut shop while they were yelling at me to get out. Went and picked up my shirt that I had used to bandage him at the hosptal later that day. He had gotten rolled and beaten by his friends when he left a party early that morning. This kinda thing happens and I don't know why. It makes me shake my head.

Why can't someone just call the cops or get the person the help they need?

Needless to say I have never been back to that coffee shop.

That sucks, fortunately it's not like that here.

People generally have to be pretty sad, shallow and miserable individuals to look for the opportunity to use a power trip like these waiters did on this guy.

Karma is a beautiful thing and we all get it, every second of every day whether we realise it or not.

brilliant.

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Wow that's fucked up.





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