We were waiting in a seemingly endless grocery line when a man suddenly shoved past, nearly knocking my pregnant wife, Karol, and our cart over. Anger surged in me, but before I could react, Karol had a plan.
Growing up, my mother often said, “What happens, happens,” but I never believed in karma. I preferred action over waiting for justice to take its course. That changed when I met Karol, who showed me the universe’s unexpected ways of restoring balance.
The man muttered a weak apology, and Karol smiled with a glint in her eye. She reached into her purse, pulled out a ripe tomato, and, before anyone could process what was happening, tossed it perfectly at him. It hit his chest with a satisfying splat, red juice trickling down like a mark of shame.
The crowd fell silent, watching as he stood stunned. Karol, unfazed, continued loading our groceries with calm satisfaction. As we left, I admired her approach—justice not in rage, but in a lighthearted act that restored balance. Hand in hand, I realized sometimes true justice is trusting the universe to set things right.
