I don't know whether you would consider this a karmic smackdown or not but I found this to be just-desserts for those involved.

I was at Trouble's (my 6 year old), soccer practice. There is not a ton of parking on the street beside the park where soccer practices are held. One of the other soccer moms parked her van along the curb in front of someone's house. The gentleman that owned the house (think big, bald, and just plain mean looking), came home, stopped his car beside her van, and angrily yells out so that everyone at this park could here, "WHO'S VAN IS THIS? YOU BETTER GET IT OUT FROM IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE NOW!!" The soccer mom in question agreed with the rest of us, wait until he goes in the house and then she would move it because he just looked too big and too mean to mess with. The guy went to his neighbor (who was sitting outside), got the guys baseball bat, and smashed her front headlight in.

Somebody called the cops and an officer finally arrived. The officer talked to the gentleman first and then the soccer mom. He got the guy to agree to pay the mom the money when he could and no charges would be pressed. The cop wouldn't even write up a report until the soccer mom pressed him to do so. When asked why he didn't want to he said that it was a waste of time, paper, and money because the situation was being dealt with.

Here is the karmic smackdown part.

It turns out that the cop was friends with the big, bald, mean guy and that's why he didn't want to file a report.

What the police officer didn't know:

The soccer mom in question was related to the officer's boss and relayed his unprofessional behavior to his boss.

Review and charges have been applied. SMACK!

Jo, wow, scary story! But it just goes to show that bad karma comes around to bite you in the posterior!

And Lani - you'll have to get Fish a T-shirt with a big red bulls eye on the front, LOL.

I love this story. I think Fish should ride the special Target bus to work. Promise me for Christmas you will get him a T-shirt or something from Target.

My sons are friends with a set of brothers. The Mom is one of those "Ubermoms". She's never late, her kids always have their teeth brushed and wear clean clothes with no holes, and her house is immaculate. She's the picture of envy for me, the late Mom who wipes her kids' noses on her own sleeve.
Anyway, one day, she lowered her voice to tell me that in the car, her oldest son told her the youngest had a nose bleed. She pulled over and found a bump on his nose, which turned out to be a popcorn kernel stuck way up inside.
Ubermom swore up and down she vacuumed their house probably seven times since the last time they ate popcorn and for the life of her she couldn't think of where that popcorn kernel came from. The horror was quite evident in her tone of voice.
I laughed. A lot. Outloud and to her face because Ubermom turned out to be normal Mom and I secretly hoped the popcorn kernel came off the floor at my place.
Next day my oldest son told me the youngest had a nose bleed.
I spent 20 minutes picking a plastic bead out of his nose.
God certainly has a way of biting me in the ass.

Oh, absolutely! I think I've got a whole new theme for gifts now. Nothing without a target on it! :)

I hope this counts, My ex-husband was very domineering. He would talk about "his" money, you can't do anything right, blah blah blah, you get the picture. When we were divorcing, I prayed that he would have a woman treat him just like he treated me. His second wife supported him while he went back to school. She would give him attitude about "Her" money, how he wasn't cleaning the house right, blah blah blah... He actually had the nerve to complain to me about it :) My second husband is a sweetie, but my ex is still being nagged every day. Karma is a great thing!

I have this acquaintance (her husband is friends with mine)who has an opinion about everything. When I had my first baby, she shared her opinions about labour, circumcision, breastfeeding, sleeping, discipline, you name it. She had all the answers -- or so she thought. Her common refrain was "No child of mine will ever behave like that." (Emphasis on the "ever".) Usually she said this when my kids were behaving in a less than stellar way. It made me feel about an inch tall.

Then she had a child of her own. That should be enough karma right there. But her kid (who I do like and is a smart and polite child) is into EVERYTHING. He writes on the walls in permanent marker and breaks everything he touches and loses all his stuff and has tantrums in public (he's now 5) and won't fall asleep on his own, and won't eat practically anything healthy. The poor woman is at her wits end, and often asks me my opinion.

And I'm tempted to say "No child of mine ever behaved like that." But I saw where that got her. So I don't say it. Just in case they start.

OMG, Cynthia, I so wish you had said that, but I completely respect your decision karmically. Still. Woulda been great.

Berni - that totally counts. I love your ex-husband's wife already!

Okay, I wanna play.
Stinky Boy and I were on the way to my cousin's for a family get-together. It was an hour and a half drive and we were about ten miles from our destination. The Stink Meister has a charming habit of making stuff up that he knows will embarrass me. Example: "Mom, the ice cream truck is outside. Remember how you borrowed my birthday money to hit the casino? Can I have it back now?" Yeah, I know I'm a saint for allowing him to live. So he's just revealed his latest bomb and informs me that he plans to it drop as soon as we arrive. He starts laughing so hard that he throws up all over himself. I was still in hysterics when I got off the car and his cousins all greeted him with an enthusiastic "What's Up-Chuck?"

Maybe this was karma or maybe just stupidity, you decide.

Years ago, we we at friends house for a picnic. It was time to head home, so I strapped my 1 year old into the car seat and headed out. On the way home, we had to cross a bridge that had a toll. At the toll both, the guy in the other lane sticks half his body out the window and starts yelling at me to pull over to the side of the road. He has plyers in his hand and is threatening me with them. So, I nod and point to a small area just ahead of us. I start to pull over, and he very stupidly pulls in behind me so I take off. The car follows us. My husband and I couldn't decide what to do, but we did not want to lead this crazy person to our house. So, I took a different route than usual. Then I remembered that the little town's police station was on this road. I almost missed the turn because it was not well marked and there where overgrown bushes out front. Well, the crazy person, follows us in, jumps out of the car and starts yelling that I had cut him off before the bridge. That was possible, it was a very difficult intersection/merge and he had to have been speeding.

I walked into the station, got the officer on duty (there was only one, it was a small town) and led him outside. He asked what happened, I said I did not know. The other guy said I cut him off, he had to slam on his brakes and his kids when flying. So the officer looks in both cars. My son was sound asleep in his car seat (thank you!!), but in the other car were three adults in the front and five kids in the back. The kids were young at least three maybe four should have been in car seats. The officer asked to see license and registration for both of us.

As he handed me back my paperwork, he told me I could go. As I drove away, I could see him pulling out his ticket book in my rear view mirror.

It took me most of the way home to stop alternately laughing and shaking.

Some family of mine were driving along a highway when this car comes up and tailgates them speeding, swerving all over the road trying to pass them. Finally he passes them dangerously and generally acting like a jerk abusing them as he goes past. 15 Minutes later they pass him broken down on the side of the road smoke pouring out of the car. They couldnt stop laughing all the way home!