I was going out on a short jaunt down to the local Kroger to pick up some Alka-Seltzer Cold Plus (fizzy kind, not the gelcap) as recommended to me by , the Official Doctor of LiveJournal^TM.

In the parking lot, a hispanic man with apparently limited English stopped me, held out a piece of paper and asked “you know where this?”

The page was a letter from Dekalb Family Services, and had an address at the top. Sam Avenue, or something like that. I had no idea where it was. I apologized and told him I wasn’t familiar with the street. He pointed to the part that said Dekalb Family Services and asked if I knew that building. I again had to say I was clueless.

I went into Kroger feeling really bad. I didn’t have a map of Atlanta with me, it’s in Stacey’s car. The gentleman looked somewhat distraught, and who knows how important it would be for him to find that building. I didn’t read the letter, but having to go to Family Services can’t be a good thing.

So much for building up good Kharma today.