Ironic Karma – thats what I called it the other day.
Well the truly Ironic part of it hit the next day. I missed the bus in the morning. One should try to avoid enjoying bus time, or one might be deprived of the profound privilege of loathing it daily. Once the loathing stops, and one starts to enjoy their daily torture, then Karma comes in and rights the balance.
(I did catch the next bus but was subsequently late for work by 15 minutes)