30 things: Day 2

Day 2 - the meaning behind your blog name.

Before I blogged, I talked and emailed a lot and always got the same reaction from people: "This stuff is hilarious. You should write."

A couple of years ago, I heard it enough to actually do something about it. The trigger for the name was the "Waikiki Midget Incident".

The Reader's Digest version of the story is that a cigar-smoking midget with a bad fashion sense and a lot of persistence approached me as I lay on the beach in Waikiki with my younger sister and about 10,000 of my fellow sun worshipers. Out of those 10,002, this little guy managed to pick us out as "girls who look like they know how to have a good time" that he wanted to "paint the town red" with "way later in the night". I shit you not, midgets love me, Briana was just collateral damage.

Prior to this Karmatic event, the stench of ranky cigar smoke had caught my first attention. The spectacle of dolphin shaped headphones and the traffic cone orange shorts, AKA midget capris, caught my next attention. Not only did my sister and I have a good chuckle at the little bearded thing but I, thinking I was soooo sly, snuck a camera phone picture and sent it to all of my friends. No later than 5 minutes, he was standing over me with this chubby little toes in my face asking me out for the evening. My sister's head buried in the sand like and ostrich, I was on my own as I politely (no reason to be rude to little people) kept turning him down, making up excuses, and hid the look of absolute shock. I did this to myself. This is what I got for making fun of him to all my friends an ocean away. Briana was paralyzed with laughter for like 3 whole days. She didn't even make a sound, she just shook. Occasionally a tear would roll down her cheek.

That beautiful July day was the day I found 1) midgets love me, and 2) I'm Karma's bitch.

Karma's Bitch was a little bit too harsh for a blog title, so Karma's Punchline it became.

That. Is the story of my blog name.