I escaped the time but committed the crime. Okay it wasn’t a crime but let’s just say one can’t cry over spilled coffee if their isn’t evidence you’re the one who spilled it. Yes, I was the one who spilled coffee near a hat stand and the caffeine was more then in the air. How could I tell him after the mess was more then I could handle at the time. I left like the “flash” although my conscious made me a snail. Karma bit me too as my day turned from sunshine to many clouds above as I was accused of things that were behind my control. I confess it was M-E yet G-D had a way to insure I felt the pain even if I escaped the mess.