The Karma Umbrella
As I waited on the side of the road for a cop and a tow, a man, whose last name I can only remember as ‘Dalmus’, let me borrow his umbrella. A huge, red golf umbrella, almost as big as The Travelers one in the commercials. I mean to say, this thing was big. He told me I could return it to him when I had a chance, gave me his card and went on his way.
If Umbrella Today had been around then, you might not have borrowed his umbrella. The karmic repercussions are nigh incalculable.
I don’t know where I was going with this. Any excuse to reference UT.
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