Some years ago (not that many) a fine specimen of a woman told me she ‘knew’ people. Who would break my legs.
Having watched all episodes of “The Godfather” I didn’t so much as believe her but did weigh the risks. People will do crazy shit over nothing. And I don’t even own a horse.
My point being? My point being that I leave things alone. I don’t sue.
I don’t shy conflict. But there needs to be a purpose to following up wrong. And, most times, there is no purpose. None whatsoever. Other than to prolong the senseless. I’d rather lose a lot of money than quibble over one Pound Sterling.
Having said that: That woman I wish all the misfortune that fate may have in store for her. The lot. I hate meanness. It’s an unforgivable sin in my book. And that woman was so mean as to drive me to the brink. Not of sanity. Just to the brink.
So, you lot out there, those believing in Karma: Will come around what goes around? I doubt it. So very much.
Other than that I wish I were Sicilian. She’d have another thing coming. Nothing deadly. Just another thing. Being given a taste of her own medicine.