I was left speechless when my wife whispered, “I have a sixth sense for justice.” Little did I know, her intuition was about to unfold a dramatic scene before our eyes.
As we observed from a distance, security guards confronted a man who had attempted to steal pricey items by hiding them under his jacket.
The store erupted into shocked murmurs as the drama unfolded. The man’s protests were futile, as security footage and recovered items incriminated him.
His arrogance swiftly turned to shame as guards escorted him away.
My wife’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction, her hand squeezing mine. “Karma always finds its target,” she said, her intuition proven true once again.
The delay in our shopping trip was well worth witnessing poetic justice in action. I wrapped my arm around my wife, feeling grateful for her presence in my life and our unexpected adventure in the grocery store.
