It took my breath away when she smiled and said in a whisper, “Because I have a sixth sense for justice.”
From a distance, we saw how powerfully the scene played out. The rude man had tried to steal some expensive things by hiding them under his jacket, which the guards found out when they approached him. People in the shop were shocked and murmuring as they watched the drama play out.
The man strongly disagreed, but the proof could not be ignored. His every move was caught on security tape, and the stolen goods were quickly found on him. His haughtiness fell apart as the guards led him away.
When my wife lightly squeezed my hand, her eyes lit up with happiness. “Karma has a way of getting its targets,” she said, and her gut feeling was right again.
We were late leaving the store because of the noise the man’s attempted theft made, but it seemed like a small price to pay to see poetic justice in action. I put my arm around my wife and smiled, happy to have her as my partner in life and in unplanned events at the grocery store.
