Unbelievable Karma Strikes Back: 80 Shocking Stories Where Justice Hits Hard and Fast
His card gets declined and he has to ask his guests to cover the bill 😂.
Former boss terminated me because I kept pushing to meet compliance.
The following month they got audited and slapped with some 7-8 figure fines.
I was once in a play where I was double cast with another kid (Two people taking turns to play the same role). We were very different body types. When it came time to get costumes fitted, the crew rented me something off the rack, but they decided they’d have to make her something custom fitted. She was super mad that I got to have a costume before she did, so she tried to make me feel bad by saying it looked like I was wearing an old set of curtains. They ended up making her costume from scratch…out of a set of old curtains.
When I was in 7th grade, after school, a bully picked a fight with another kid. The kid kind of wrestled the bully to the ground and the bullies head landed in a big pile of dog [dump].
Instant karma.
My first IT related job, a shady AF computer store in the mid 1990’s. The owner was about as egotistical as you can get. Shady AF, too. Big time software piracy, lying to people about computer specs, etc.
He owed all the vendors in New England (and possibly New York) hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars from previous businesses. He always had to pay them in cash (yeah, he’d routinely send me into Boston with $3,000 minimum (one time it was $25,000) in cash to buy equipment. He paid us in cashier’s checks. He also harassed me and my friend (she didn’t care, I couldn’t do anything because male on male SA was not illegal at the time).
One of our vendors accused me of stealing and his version of “backing me up” was telling me to confess. Turns out, they acknowledged it wasn’t me ( I have high morals). I ended up quitting when we got back. my friend quit less than a month later.
A year later I heard that he was raided by the FBI for check fraud (oddly, no charges of software piracy). Turns out, he and the lead sales person (another shady AF person) were both arrested (and later jailed). I don’t know how long he was in jail but it was probably a while since he was convicted before.
My uncle dumped his wife (my mom’s sister) and kids and went traveling the world with some floozy while his family struggled to make ends meet. He went for a medical checkup and found he had malignant cancer that had spread everywhere, he [passed away] alone.
Math teacher in HS gave me terrible grades in his class. I thought I had a solid B+ but was given barely passing grade. My home life was terrible so I didn’t have the wherewithal to figure out what was happening, I thought it was me. Gave up on math all together.
Eventually, at a CC, I discovered I was actually great at math. After many years of hard work, I finished an engineering degree.
I found out later several female students had taken this teacher and the school district to court over discrimination. They were all top students and he was failing them all. The case was settled out of court and he was told to retire immediately. It came out that he’d been doing this his entire career.
His retirement was short lived, he became very ill from a disease that [ended] him quickly. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone and I didn’t but it happened.
Imagine, if you will, a high school cafeteria, a microcosm of society with its own hierarchies and rituals, a place where the noise of adolescent chatter mingles with the clatter of plastic trays and the hum of fluorescent lights. Here, a teenager named Michael, confident and cocky, revels in his role as the class clown, always ready with a sharp word or a cruel joke at someone else’s expense. His latest target is a quiet, bookish girl named Emily, who sits alone, her nose buried in a novel, trying to disappear into the pages and out of the cafeteria’s unforgiving spotlight.
Michael, sensing an opportunity to entertain his audience of peers, approaches her table with exaggerated swagger, his voice rising above the din as he mocks her choice of reading, her clothes, her very existence. The laughter of his friends is a soundtrack to his cruelty, each chuckle and snicker fueling his confidence. Emily’s face flushes, her eyes remain fixed on her book, but her shoulders tense, a silent testament to the sting of his words.
Then, in a twist of fate that feels almost scripted, Michael steps back, intending to make a grand exit, but instead his foot catches on the leg of a chair. He stumbles, his arms flailing in a desperate attempt to regain balance, but gravity has other plans. He crashes to the floor, his tray of food soaring into the air before descending in a slow-motion arc that ends with a splatter of spaghetti and meatballs across his chest.













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