Karma catches up with you, though. Or me, as the case may be. Today I was getting out of my friends car and almost slipped. He told me to be careful and I was like, whatever. Like you even care if I fall. Aaaand I shut the door and walked away, then he pulled away and I ... slipped on the ice and fell on my ass.
At which point I decided to just sit there, out of spite. Like, yeah, fuck you Ice. You didn't make me fall. I let you trip me because I wanted to sit on your cold, dirty surface for awhile. I like having dirty wet jeans, and an aching ass. You did me a favour. Feelin' pretty dumb now, aren't ya? I even pulled out my phone and started texting, just to make sure that Ice knew I was unaffected by it's douchery.