At one time in my childhood we lived across the street from a golf course.
We kids used to collect the wayward golf balls the golfers lost, clean them up and sell them back to them for 25¢ apiece.
For the most part the golfers were very nice to us, but occasionally you’d get a curmudgeon.
One time we were negotiating with a foursome and one ‘gentleman’ voiced his displeasure at having to ‘buy back his own golf balls.’
We pointed out that we were the ones who searched them out and cleaned them up after they had abandoned them.
It didn’t seem to alter his irritation.
So much so that he grabbed the ball out of my hand and started to walk away without paying.
To my great surprise one of the other men in the foursome grabbed the ball out of HIS hand and threw it into the field of tall grass that flanked the course and said:
“okay, it’s YOUR ball, YOU go find it!”
It’s not often in life you get to see instant Karma!