Isn't it ironic?

Life can be so ironic sometimes. It really can, and sometimes I find a great deal of amusement to watch the irony unfold. I taught English a couple of years ago. During that time, I had several students give me a difficult time. Teaching was very stressful, and unpleasant. But I stuck it out, and stuck to my guns, even when it meant dropping them from the class when they were caught cheating. There are a handful of students that have held a grudge against me. And now because they chose to do nothing with their lives, because they did not see the value in getting an education, now they are working at fast food resturants...serving me. I see the looks of dread creep across their faces as I enter the restaurant, and walk up to the counter to place an order. I watch them "casually" try to walk away from the cash register and pretend to be preoccupied with some meaningless task, only for their manager to ask without looking up from their shipping lists and say, "Can you get them?" They slump back to their post at the cash register, look me in the eye, and say, "Can I help you?" They have to speak to me. Now that is ironic. My mom told me that what goes around, comes around. Your actions will always come back to you, whether good or bad. Those wrongs that a person committed against you, will come back to them, some how, some way, some day. They will get what they deserve. Those people will always reap what they sow, and I can rest assured knowing that God always has my back.