Ok! So Babylou was so flustered after the hoodie fiasco when we arrived home, that for a couple of days she trailed behind her a chain reaction of an awfully mentally drained me–upon seeing her tireless emotional highs and lows, day in and day out.
Clutching at the last straws of my already depleting sanity with the incessant grousing, I told her that I would ask AI to do a tarot card reading for the hoodie and its unfortunate pilfer ( to humor her, to close and seal this annoying chapter for good!)
My ability to reason with her had explored all avenues and had horribly crashed to a naught.
However, AI did a fab job !
It told me that the petty thief would soon get her karma !
How?
Pat came the 'bot'ic response.
She will trip and fall face down in a puddle of muddy water...
Harmless. Not a tit for tat but was enough to make me go into fits of uncontrollable laughter.
My next obvious question---
How will I know when that happens? I won't be around to watch that occur. We are across countries. Give me a sign to look out for, that comeuppance has been served...?
AI was on its toes. The Q&A between us blazing a flaming conversation thread.
You will see a rare bird pooping on something red 🤣🤣🤣. That's your sign that karma has been delivered to the klepto.
Well I didn't give this birdbrain( pun intended) AI a gritty grain of sand. Nevertheless, at the moment, it was great amusement to have a mad talk with a bot for a change.
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The next morning, an Eagle swooped down majestically and landed on the terrace of the block of apartments opposite my kitchen. I would hardly have eagles flying around so low and so close. There were always the Javan Mynahs and Pigeons and Sunbirds. Here was the rare bird I thought.
Ok! Poop, You big bird! NOW!.
I waited for a spell near the window, my breakfast going colder by the passing minute.
It was perched on the 12th storey.
How on earth would I know if there was something red below! A red car, truck, maybe a blankie hung out to dry…
I didn't have to think of more options, before it just shook its tail feathers, wiggled itself like a showstopper and poof ! Flew away! Sunning done! No poop…😄
No way!
What a foolish waste of my time, uh …
Darn it and everything else!
Disappointed, I switched on the TV and watched the last segment of My Oxford Year recommended by a dear friend that had about 15 minutes remaining and promptly clicked on 'More Shows like this' after it ended.
Here comes the fantastical part:
I scrolled past a dozen or so movies and web series and finally, unenthusiastically, zeroed in on one which was in Afrikaans language! Way off the mark of my usual preferences.
But hey !
The first scene…the very first with no foreshadowing, no head nor tail ( pun intended again 😅) showed a Seagull pooping a chunky blob of yucky-muck on the lead actress’ head.
Guess what! She had Auburn hair ( a red head as they call it) Splat !
Oh man you have no idea about the degree of Schadenfreude I had at that moment!
The universe really does have a corny sense of humour and its cryptic messages are on another high bar.
Karma was delivered to the klepto it seemed and that was my awaited sign.
Power Fire, folks!
What were the odds that I would click on that particular web series among the many suggestions and that too in Afrikaans!
Well, well! The Universe not only listened, it connected with my valid plea, it responded…and delivered !
Hurrah, Afrikaans Seagull!
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