When my cousin crashed our rental car, leaving me with a $5,000 bill, I spent months trying to get her to pay me back. Just as I gave up, I saw her flaunting her ‘success’ on social media and discovered I wasn’t the only one she owed. Karma caught up to her, and I got a front-row seat!
It’s been a year since that disastrous West Coast holiday, and I still feel the sting of that $5,000 debt. My cousin Debra, who’s supposed to be an accountant, racked up a huge damage charge on our rental car and then had the audacity to act like it wasn’t her problem.
It was under my name, so guess who got stuck with the bill? That’s right, me. Lisa, the ever-reliable project manager from Boston. I swear, some days I think my middle name should be “Doormat.”
I remember that holiday like it was yesterday. Seven of us cousins decided to get together for some “family bonding” out on the West Coast.
Debra was there, of course, with her charismatic charm and reckless attitude. One evening, she decided it would be a fantastic idea to drive the rental car down a narrow, winding coastal road at night.
The air was crisp, the moonlight casting eerie shadows as she sped along the road, ignoring my pleas to slow down.
“Come on, Lisa, live a little!” Debra laughed, her voice filled with reckless glee.
She cranked up the music and took another swig from her bottle. I clutched the seat, my knuckles white.
“Debra, please, you’re going too fast!” I yelled, my heart pounding.
She just laughed harder, taking a sharp turn way too quickly. My heart stopped as the car skidded toward the edge, tires screeching.
I thought we were all going to die that night, but the guardrail saved us. The impact when we slammed into it was jarring, leaving us all stunned and the car a complete wreck.
The holiday mood? Completely ruined.
When the rental company slapped a $5,000 damage charge on the car, Debra just shrugged.
“We’re family,” she said with a flippant wave of her hand. “We should all pitch in.”
The other cousins mumbled vague agreements.
“Maybe we can split it evenly,” suggested Jimmy, the peacemaker of the group.
“Split it? Are you kidding? I wasn’t even in the car,” retorted Martha, crossing her arms.
“I can’t afford that right now,” mumbled Jake, avoiding eye contact.
She Didn’t Cut Her Hair For 25 Years, But Wait Till You See Her Now
Wait Until You See Her Now—She Went 25 Years Without Cutting Her Hair.
Everybody has occasionally the want to change up one or more aspects of their appearance.
Whether it’s the uninteresting hairstyle we’ve had for years or the clothes we became tired of, a small change is always refreshing.
American Rosa Ramirez thought it was finally time for a haircut after going 25 years without one.
She got so long in her hair that she occasionally walked on it.
Over the years, her husband had tried to convince her to change her hairstyle, but she had always been quite proud of her 1.5 meter long hair.
After twenty-five years of hard work, she eventually had enough and, with a few of her friends, went to the hairdresser to get her hair cut shoulder-length.
Owner of the hair salon Eda Motchka said of Ramirez, “We love to see different things done on customers—different styles— and we meet very often and I always see her the same way.”
However, she was doing that for a purpose. Four feet of Rosa’s hair were donated to Locks of Love, a foundation that makes wigs for children whose hair has been lost due to cancer.
“I believe it could brighten the day of someone who is afflicted with a serious illness,” Ramirez remarked.
Seeing Rosa’s development is quite intriguing. Check out the video below to see it in action.
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