The Effect the butterfly part 2

So I was at the back door getting rained on when I fumbled for my keys and decided the heck with it , I jogged to the front door of the office and tumbled in. At last one small step for me one giant leap for karma at least I was inside and not out in the rain. The rest of the day went without a hitch. Now fast foreward to tuesday around lunch time. I finished my lunch early and decided to do a little on line banking, I got the old handy check register to compare and balance. When what do I spy with my little eye? A -282.00 ?? What IS GOING ON. I sit with my mouth open staring at the blinking cursor how could be. Karma are you playing tricks on my eyes. I quickly scanned the screen . Wait what is that right there. A gas bill I paid 113.00 on the friday before but the screen shows 282.00 I did not pay that much . Quick batman to the checkbook, Yep, right there 113.00. I need to leave work and take care of this, if not I may have to sell a kidney or one of the kids which ever one will make me the most money. So here is the story as it unfolds

1.Goofy Girl at store  ran a 113 check for 282
 2.Said store can't get my money back
3.Have a big fat minus in the bank due to above SNAFU.
4.Got state Income tax in .
5.Great state of Arkansas decided that due to baby bird  getting Child Support I OWE them "Paperwork" Fees. 
As Friday came to a close I breathed a sigh of relief , I drove home thinking well karma you had your why with me this week but now that it is friday and I am driving home I don't really think you can toss anything else my way will even bother me in the slightest. .......
As I hit the highway rocking out and singing alone with my favorite girl singer .HOLY DOUMBLEDORE.. what? Is? That? ..   
Really Karma , Really, the above picture is what I saw . Yes really a black cat appeared out of nowhere and ran right out in front of me.

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