Dear Retailers of America,,Your karma stinks because you are open for business Thanksgiving Day. It’s a day for family, not shopping.
Dear Hipster buying coffee in West LA,Your karma stinks because you think you are so hilarious when you give the baristas your ridiculous fake coffee shop names and they get flustered. You were Jebediah Oberon 2 days ago (OK, I admit it was memorable) and today you were Bartholomew Jedi. If you are trying to flirt bro, it’s not working. All you do is slow the line down and look like an ass. Might be better just to go by Dick.
Dear Ass Face Client,Your karma stinks because you came in at the last minute with two years of business tax returns for me to prepare. Your data consisted of envelopes of receipts you expected me to categorize one by one, ripped pieces of paper and stick it notes and a few bank statements. I contacted your bookkeeper who refused to help because you owed her money. I quoted you a price that you said was 1/2 of what you were expecting. I paid a contractor to work over the weekend because the IRS said they needed it by Wednesday. I did an awesome job for you in the time frame you indicated.
You did not pay me. You do not answer my e-mails and phone calls. Nothing.
Why? Because your karma stinks and that’s what stinky-karma people do.