My jaw dropped when she smiled and whispered, “Because I have a sixth sense for justice.”
We watched from a distance as the scene unfolded dramatically. The store guards confronted the rude man, revealing he had tried to steal several expensive items by hiding them under his jacket. Shocked murmurs spread through the store as customers watched the drama unfold.
The man protested loudly, but the evidence was clear. Security footage captured his every move, and the stolen items were quickly found on him. As the guards led him away, his arrogance turned into shame.
My wife gently squeezed my hand, her eyes twinkling with satisfaction. “Karma has a way of finding its targets,” she remarked, her intuition once again proving true.
The commotion caused by the man’s attempted theft delayed our exit from the store, but in that moment, it seemed a small price to pay for witnessing poetic justice in action. With a grateful smile, I wrapped my arm around my wife, feeling lucky to have her as my partner, both in life and in unexpected grocery store dramas.
