Pre-emptive karma
Or I hope so, at least.
Sent in a job application today. My supply on copies of official documents was running low, so on the way to the post office I stopped by the photocopy business (thinking that I wouldn't have to make a detour to the university and my department, and have to switch on the photocopier to make five copies). Then went on my merry way.
...
Only to notice, when I stepped out of the post office, that a) my bike had acquired a flat tyre, and b) that I'd left my card in the photocopier's card reader earlier, and the place would be closed until Monday. Summer opening hours, how I hate ye.
*shrug*
Things could be worse. Noshing on home-grown lettuce, dressed with olive oil and sea salt from Guérande, clears away a lot of frustration.