Owning the Moral High Ground
When I was 13, for a few weeks I worked at a vineyard, pruning. It was hot, so I walked the 400m to the ute to grab a drink.
The boss saw me and gave me an earful about wasting time and threatened to not pay me for that time. On the walk back, I see his wallet lying in the dirt, stuffed full of $50’s.
I walked over to him again, by which time he was pretty angry. Before he could say a word, I placed the wallet in his hand. Awkwardness ensued. Although there was no karma, I still felt victorious.
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