Carnal Zen

~Finding the balance between earthly delight and spiritual enlightenment~

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Carnal Zen is my forum to explore all the ideas, contradictions, religions and credit card bills that pepper my life.

Karma dictates that we send love into the world.  Even without the promise of reciprocity, I would send good will to all, even to you Mr. Lying-Thieving Mechanic.

 2:00p.m. -  I hung up the phone, relieved.  $82.00 plus towing.  Whew, that little puddle I drove through didn’t break the bank.  I shared the good news with a colleague.

 2:15p.m. - You called again.  Didn’t I know that oil was leaking onto some wire and some manifold.  Well, no, I didn’t, but it’s dangerous and so much cheaper if we fix it now, since we’ve got everything all opened up.  Ok, I guess.  Add $130.00.

 4:30p.m.  You called again.  She’s all done and running great.  How nice, it’d only been towed in at noon.

 5:15pm – That’ll be $714.67.  I’m sorry, what? 

 This is not an original story, and that’s sad.  I’m not to the first to have a car held hostage on repairs that were not needed and labor charges that were deeply duplicative.  This is not suspicion; I’ve had the receipt checked out.  I think I even saw a glimmer of regret, when you realized your profit had cost more than I could afford.  I wish you knew the half of it.  I will endure a summer without Starbucks and happy hours.  I may have to cancel a trip home for the wedding of my childhood friend and complain about ramen noodles, bald tires and a computer that crashes daily.  I am still richer than most.  I know that.  You, driving away in your Mercedes, are not.  My real sorrow comes in knowing that the debt of your morality bankrupts the world.

I chose a non-profit career.  I love it.  I love it even when I have to troll the clearance racks for a pair of jeans I can afford.  I would choose it again if I could.  Not because it makes me better than you, Mr. Mechanic, but because I get to believe in something.   I get to focus on spiritual abundance and be deeply appreciative of loiterers at gas stations who, in tattered pants and brutal heat, change a stranger’s tire and restore hope.

4 Responses to “Getting Jacked”

  1. remember i’m only a friend call away! Don’t dis the Benz!Anyway sorry about the car thing. I’ll cheer you up somehow!

    Jeff

  2. Ouch!

    Wayne

  3. Wooo, we need to talk huh?
    Love you!
    T

    Tanya

  4. Just remember what goes around, comes around….

    Karma my friend..karma.

    Suzy

    Suzy

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