Restoring My Faith in the Universe

Yesterday, as Mary and I were driving back to Charlotte after our annual escape from Mullet-palooza, we were passed by a guy in a BMW doing about 90 — alternately tailgating and swerving between lanes in his quest to be the biggest asshat on the road.

You rarely see the karmic wheel respond so quickly to bad behavior, but 5 miles up the road, there was Mr. Beamer, parked on the shoulder after being pulled over by the highway patrol. Balance was restored, and there was much jubilation.