Greed led my father-in-law to cause a ruckus in a restaurant, leaving tension and strife in his wake. However, little did he know that his ego was about to be humbled when an unexpected twist arose from the karma of his actions. What started as a man trying to get his way turned into him learning a valuable life lesson that had continually eluded him.
At the risk of sounding overly dramatic, I’ve always believed in karma. You know, the idea that what goes around, comes around. But never in my wildest dreams did I expect to witness it unfold so vividly and immediately as it did one evening with my father-in-law (FIL), Benjamin.
This man, bless his heart, operates under the assumption that the universe, with all its cosmic might, revolves around him and is essentially supposed to cater to all his needs and wants. And on this particular day, karma decided to give him a reality check.
Let me paint the picture: My husband, Sam, and I, Linda, were dining out with him at a local restaurant Benjamin claimed to be the “best in the state.” He’s the kind of guy who orders as if preparing for an impending food shortage—four burgers, fries, the works!
As our patient waiter returned to the kitchen after bringing us our food, my FIL discreetly set aside one burger, a minor detail that would later unravel into an epic tale of instant karma.
We watched in shock as Benjamin erupted like a volcano at the returning waiter, disbelief and indignation painting his face upon realizing there was a “missing” burger. “I ordered four burgers. Why are there only three?!” he bellowed across the table, attracting unwanted attention.
The waiter, a paragon of patience, politely assured him, “I made sure I put them all in the bag, sir.”
“Are you blind?! This is only three!” His voice, dripping with condescension, cut through the hum of restaurant chatter.
At this point, I was ready to say something to defend this poor woman who was just trying to do her job, but my husband knew his father would just turn his fake rage on me and make a bigger scene. So, knowing I couldn’t stand for anyone being mistreated, he grabbed my hand lightly to urge me not to say anything.
I trust Sam’s instincts, especially when it comes to his father, so I pulled back and settled into my chair, watching the drama unfold.
Seeing that Benjamin was one of those unreasonable consumers who believed they were always right, the waiter apologized. She said, “Sorry, Sir. I’ll get you another one,” even though it was clear from her reaction that she was quite certain she’d brought all four.
The innocent woman walked away to get a fifth burger for my greedy FIL, and we sat looking at him with disgust but chose to say nothing to avoid inflaming the situation further. The waiter’s solution seemed to satisfy Benjamin momentarily, his smirk spreading across his face like a dark cloud.
Little did he know, the universe was about to serve him a HUGE slice of humble pie!
Fast forward to our arrival home, and the smugness quickly faded into sheer panic. My FIL’s face turned white as a sheet when he realized his wallet was missing! The atmosphere thickened with tension as he frantically searched, his mind racing back to the restaurant.
My husband and I exchanged knowing glances, the air heavy with unspoken thoughts.
In a twist of fate, my FIL, driven by desperation, called the restaurant, only to have the same waiter answer! The calm in her voice as she confirmed finding his wallet was almost palpable! But there was a major twist to the news he hadn’t expected…
The waiter informed him that the restaurant had a peculiar policy, one my FIL had always ridiculed on the walls and menus of the establishment, stating that any lost items unclaimed within an hour would be donated to charity
The realization hit him like a freight train! He quickly dropped the call and filled us in, “I think they gave away all my money, we need to go back!” I am not going to lie, seeing him all distressed and panicky left me feeling like justice was served, but it was only the beginning!
We rushed back to the restaurant, only to be met with the ultimate irony. The waiter, now wearing a grin of victory, handed him an envelope from the charity organization, thanking him for his “generous donation,” before pouring him a “complimentary drink.”
Inside were receipts detailing how the money from his wallet provided meals for several homeless individuals that evening!
Silence enveloped him, a rare moment of humility overtaking the usual pomp and bluster. My husband took this moment to gently address his father’s behavior, igniting a heartfelt discussion about respect, gratitude, and the ripple effect of our actions.
“Dad, you know what you did to that waiter was wrong, and it’s probably why you forgot your wallet at the restaurant,” he told him when we got to the safety of the car. “You always have this idea that you can do anything you want and there won’t be consequences,” Sam continued.
With tears in his eyes, he added, “You know that’s part of the reason why Mom isn’t with us today.”
What my husband was referring to was how Benjamin ended up living with us because his wife, Sam’s mother, divorced him and took everything. My FIL repeatedly cheated on Diana, a sweet and loving woman who would’ve given the world to Benjamin.
When she finally got tired of his entitlement, she took him to the cleaners in court, sharing a folder and footage of years of private investigations she’d done on her husband to prove his guilt. She’d known throughout his marriage about his infidelity but only confronted him once or twice, where he pompously told her
However, he definitely “answered” to her when she filed for divorce and won everything before selling it all and relocating to another country. Only Sam and I had contact with her via texts and sometimes video calls.
It was a painful yet cathartic experience for all, especially for my FIL, who had never acknowledged facing the consequences of his entitlement in such a direct and immediate way. The incident at the restaurant and Sam’s heartfelt confrontation marked a turning point, not just for my FIL but for our family as a whole.
The lesson from karma was a clear and profound one that led the man who once embodied entitlement and arrogance to vow to change. He began a journey of volunteering and connection with those he had overlooked—the homeless people who’d benefited from his loss.
Our family dinners, once tense affairs, transformed into sessions of meaningful conversation and laughter. My FIL, previously the source of strife, became the catalyst for unity, embodying the transformative power of kindness and empathy.
So, there it is: A story of how a misplaced wallet and a “missing” burger taught us all the invaluable lesson that no act of kindness, no matter how small, goes unnoticed by the universe. Karma, in its most poetic form, reminded us that humility and compassion pave the path to true fulfillment. And for my FIL, it was a lesson learned not a moment too late.
While Linda’s story about how karma finally knocked some sense into her FIL shows how sometimes it takes time for people to get the message, here’s another story that will make you halt before doing something stupid that you’ll regret later.
Sarah’s Story about Bad Karma against Her Dad That Will Make You Think Twice before Acting Out
In a classic tale of dinner drama turned karma jackpot, a Reddit user, let’s call him John, recounts a meal out with his then-fiancée, Sarah, and her less-than-stellar dad. Picture this: a cozy restaurant scene, our couple, and the dad who’s had a history of favoring his new family over Sarah.
As the night winds down, Dad offers to foot the bill, a gesture that seems nice until Sarah’s request for a to-go box for her leftovers sparks his snide remark about wasted fridge space. John, ever the knight in shining armor, steps in,
But, oh, does that ruffle Dad’s feathers! He throws a fit, tossing the bill at John and storming out with a dramatic “FINE!” Poor Sarah’s caught in the middle, upset at John for stirring the pot. Now, here’s where the universe decides to spice things up.
While waiting for the bill, tensions high and Dad lurking outside, the waiter reveals they’re in the middle of an “every bill’s a winner” contest. Usually, it’s a free drink or appetizer on the line, but not tonight. Tonight, John and Sarah hit the jackpot – a trip for four to sunny Florida, all because karma decided Dad’s departure was the perfect moment for a grand prize win!And so, our couple learns that sometimes, standing up for your loved ones not only brings you closer but might just land you a vacation in the process. As for Dad, well, let’s hope he’s learned something about kindness and maybe, just maybe, he’ll get a postcard from Florida. For those enjoying the swiftness of karma, there are four more stories like Sarah’s included here!
I Found My Wife Locked in the Cellar When I Returned Home from a Business Trip
When Michael returned home early from a business trip, he expected a warm family reunion, not an empty house and eerie silence. His wife was missing, only to be found locked in the cellar, with a shocking story that pointed to a betrayal he never saw coming.
It was supposed to be a regular business trip, but I managed to wrap things up early. I couldn’t wait to get home to my wife and kids. I imagined the look on their faces when they saw me walk through the door, two days ahead of schedule. The thought made me smile as I drove up our quiet street.
Michael driving home | Source: Midjourney
I’m 32, and my wife, Emma, is 27. We’ve been married for seven years, and we have two kids—Liam, who’s 8, and Sophie, who just turned 5. Emma stays home with them, handling the endless list of chores and making sure the house runs smoothly. I work long hours, so these surprise homecomings are my way of showing them I’m still around, still present in our family life.
I pulled into the driveway, noticing how still the house was. Strange, since it was a Saturday, and the kids should have been playing outside or watching TV. I grabbed my bag, eager to see them, and walked to the front door.
An empty house | Source: Midjourney
“Emma? Liam? Sophie?” I called out as I stepped inside, expecting their excited voices to greet me. But there was nothing—just silence.
I began searching the house. “Emma?” I called again, louder this time, checking every room. The kids’ rooms were empty, their beds neatly made. The bathroom, the living room—nothing. My heart started to race. Where were they?
An empty kid’s room | Source: Midjourney
As I stepped into the garage, I heard it. A faint noise, like someone banging on a door. I froze, listening hard. The sound was coming from the cellar.
“Help!” It was Emma’s voice, muffled but desperate. I bolted toward the cellar door, my heart pounding.
“Emma! I’m here! Hold on!” I shouted, fumbling with the lock. The door creaked open, and I saw her at the bottom of the stairs, her face pale, her eyes wide with fear.
Michael trying to unlock the cellar | Source: Midjourney
“Oh my God, Emma! What happened? Where are the kids?” I blurted out, rushing down the stairs to her.
Emma’s hands shook as she tried to catch her breath. “It’s—it’s your mother,” she stammered, her voice trembling.
“My mother? What are you talking about?” My mind was spinning. This didn’t make any sense.
Scared Emma | Source: Midjourney
“She came over… with the kids. We were playing hide and seek, and I hid down here. But then—” Emma paused, her eyes filling with tears. “I heard the door lock. I couldn’t get out. I was stuck here for hours. I thought—” She broke off, sobbing.
I pulled her into a hug, trying to calm her down. But my mind was reeling. My mother? Locking Emma in the cellar? Why would she do that? And where were Liam and Sophie?
“We need to find the kids,” I said, my voice firmer now, trying to focus on the immediate problem.
Emma nodded, wiping her tears. “We need to go to your mother’s house. That’s where they’ll be. She—she took them there.”
“Alright,” I said, still in shock but trying to stay composed. “Let’s go.”
Scared Emma talking to Michael | Source: Midjourney
I helped her up the stairs, both of us moving quickly but cautiously. We needed answers, and we needed them now. But deep down, I feared the answers we were about to get would only lead to more questions.
As we left the house and got into the car, the weight of what Emma had said sank in. If my mother was behind this, what had really happened while I was gone? And more importantly, what was I going to do about it?
Concerned Michael | Source: Midjourney
We drove in silence, the tension between us thickening with every passing mile. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to think. All I knew was that things were about to get a lot more complicated.
As we sped toward my mother’s house, Emma finally began to calm down enough to talk. Her voice was still shaky, but she was determined to explain.
Sad Emma | Source: Midjourney
“It all started when your mom came over yesterday,” Emma said, staring out the window. “She wanted to take the kids for the weekend, but I told her no. We had plans, and I thought it would be better if they stayed home.”
I nodded, listening carefully, though my mind was racing. This was the first I’d heard about any of this. Emma went on, her voice tightening with anger.
Mother-in-law talking to Sophie | Source: Midjourney
“She seemed fine at first, but then she suggested playing hide-and-seek. I thought it was just a game, so I went along with it. I hid in the cellar, thinking it’d be the perfect spot. But then… I heard the door close. And the lock. I was stuck. I yelled and pounded on the door, but no one came.”
Emma paused, her hands gripping her knees. “It was hours before I heard anything. I was scared, angry, and confused. I couldn’t understand why your mom would do this to me. Then it hit me. She was punishing me because I wouldn’t let the kids go with her.”
Scared Emma in the cellar | Source: Midjourney
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My mother? Doing something like this? It didn’t add up. But Emma was clearly convinced. “I was down there for fifteen hours, Mike. Fifteen hours with nothing but my thoughts, thinking she did this to me on purpose.”
My heart sank. This was serious. But I couldn’t wrap my head around it. My mom loved Emma—or at least, I thought she did. How could she lock her in a cellar out of spite?
Upset Michael driving | Source: Midjourney
We arrived at my mother’s house. The sight of Liam and Sophie playing in the front yard was a small relief, but it didn’t last. Emma was already out of the car, marching up to the front door. I hurried after her, the tension between us like a storm about to break.
My mother opened the door, her face lighting up with surprise. “Michael! What a surprise! I didn’t know you were coming home early!”
But before I could respond, Emma burst out, “Why did you do it? Why did you lock me in the cellar?”
Emma shouting at her mother-in-law | Source: Midjourney
My mother’s smile faded instantly, replaced by a look of genuine confusion. “What are you talking about? I didn’t lock you in the cellar. I would never—”
“Don’t lie!” Emma’s voice cracked with emotion. “I know it was you. You wanted the kids to come here, and when I said no, you… you left me there!”
“Emma, calm down,” I said, though I was struggling to keep my own emotions in check. I turned to my mother, searching her face for any sign that she was hiding something. “Mom, did you lock Emma in the cellar?”
Angry Michael | Source: Midjourney
My mother looked horrified. “Of course not! I swear, Michael, I have no idea what she’s talking about.”
Before I could say anything else, a small voice interrupted us. “Mommy?”
We all turned to see Sophie standing in the doorway, looking up at us with wide eyes. “Mommy, are you mad?”
Sad Sophie in the doorway | Source: Midjourney
Emma knelt down, trying to soften her tone. “Sophie, honey, did Grandma do something? Did she lock Mommy in the cellar?”
Sophie shook her head quickly. “No, Mommy. It was me.”
The words hung in the air, and for a moment, none of us could speak. Finally, I managed, “What do you mean, sweetheart?”
Sophie’s eyes filled with tears. “Liam and I wanted to go to Grandma’s. But you said no, so I… I locked you in the cellar. I thought… I thought if you weren’t there, we could go.”
My mother gasped, putting a hand to her mouth. “Oh, Sophie, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want you to be mad at me,” Sophie sniffled. “I told Grandma you went to a friend’s house, so we could stay here.”
Sophie crying | Source: Midjourney
I felt a mix of emotions—relief that my mother wasn’t guilty, but also frustration at the mess this had all turned into. Emma looked like she didn’t know whether to be angry or heartbroken.
“Sophie,” I said gently, “locking someone up is very serious. You scared Mommy a lot.”
“I’m sorry,” Sophie whispered, clinging to Emma. “I didn’t mean to make you sad.”
Emma hugged her tightly, and I could see the tension starting to ease from her shoulders. But the bigger issue remained.
Emma hugging Sophie | Source: Midjourney
“Mom,” I said, turning back to my mother, “we need to talk. This can’t happen again. We need to figure out how to move forward, for everyone’s sake. Or else…”
My mother nodded, still looking shaken. “Of course, Michael. I never wanted any of this.”
Emma stood up, holding Sophie’s hand. “I don’t want to fight, but we need to set some boundaries. I don’t want the kids caught in the middle of this.”
Emma and Michael having a serious talk | Source: Midjourney
I knew this was just the beginning of a long conversation. But as we all sat down together, I felt a cautious optimism. It wouldn’t be easy, but we were a family. And somehow, we’d find a way through this.
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