My dark-karmic influence is spreading. This morning it lurked in wait and pounced unexpectedly on people across the street from where I was. (I can only assume it was as bored with the whole Sunday-morning-in-the-bookshop thing as I was, and went for a prowl without me.)

As I wrote a note, I heard a slitherthump and a squawk, and when I looked up saw a cyclist sprawled in the middle of the road, and a guy half out of the driver's side of his car. Assumption based on evidence and imprecations being hurled: that he had opened the door without looking and Ms Cyclist had run smack into it.

Given my associations, my sympathies were all with the cyclist. Thus my rather smug satisfaction to watch as, after she'd cycled shakily onwards, the driver discovered he could no longer close his door. A lift and a bit of a jiggle seemed to fix that, but try as he might, he couldn't pop the dent out of the door. (Not where the cyclist had hit it, but where the impact from the hit had bent the door back.)

I wonder if, if I exercise my Miasma of Minor Evil (tm), I can eventually encompass whole continents.