She grinned and said in a whisper, “Because I have a sixth sense for justice,” which left me speechless.
The action played out dramatically as we observed from a distance. When the guards approached the impolite guy, they discovered that he had tried to steal many pricey things by concealing them beneath his jacket. Customers saw the scene play out, as shocked whispers sounded throughout the store.
Despite the man’s passionate protests, the proof was indisputable. His every action was caught on security tape, and the stolen goods were quickly found on him. His conceit disintegrated into humiliation as the guards carried him off.
My spouse gave me a little grip on the hand as her happy eyes sparkled. Again confirming her hunch, she said, “Karma has a way of finding its targets.”
Our departure from the store was delayed due to the disturbance generated by the man’s attempted theft, but at that particular time, it felt like a minor cost to pay for seeing poetic justice in action. I smiled appreciatively and put my arm around my wife, feeling fortunate to have her as my partner in life and in unplanned tragedies that arise in the grocery store.
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