I had entered Spruce Grove Public Library’s Post Card Travel Story Contest… and on October 20, 2012, I was thrilled to discover that I had won the Contest! Here is my entry:
Canadian Karma ©2012 R.D. Girvan
On our last road trip, I stopped for fuel at a station with a drive-through. I can’t mention their name, but it rhymes with “Lim Lorton’s.” Not needing gasoline, I aimed for coffee, dispensed around back.
Two lanes waited, merging at a red-on-white sign that read: “Please Alternate.” That’s so Canadian. Like a commercial for “Jim Jorton’s.”
We proceeded politely: right, left, right. Then it happened: left, right, left, left… A woman driving a small car scurried before a gentleman piloting a pick-up truck. Occupying his rightful place in line, she sat squeezed against my back bumper like a spider evading a broom. So close, you could not have slipped a “Gim Gorton’s” gift card between us.
The lady in front of me saw everything in her Lexus’ rearview mirror. We shook our heads in shared disapproval.
The gentleman acted like a prince. He was honorable. He was dignified. He was on the phone and may not have noticed a thing. Not to worry. Karma was calling, and I was just the girl to answer.
Reversing my SUV into Small Woman’s vehicle seemed slightly overzealous… perhaps, instead of punishing her behavior, I should reward his. I ordered Prince Pick-up a donut.
At the window, I overheard employees congratulating Prince. He and I exchanged solemn nods, saluting through our side mirrors, right over Small Woman’s head.
It was fair. It was just. Then, I discovered Lady Lexus had bought my coffee. It was karma—to go—at “Rim Rorton’s.”