'God works in mysterious ways', or, for atheists, 'The universe works in mysterious ways' has been the single most commonly used explanation to account for anything that happens to anyone.
So vague. So nonspecific.
Yet so comforting.
Because it affects you the way you think it should. It leaves you to interpret that anyway you want, in your own little twisted theory of how the universe should work.
What is it, deep within us, that wishes for instant karma to strike those around us?
And the same thing, when it happens to us, that makes us hope that the universe was on a tea-break when we did the whoopsy?