Karma

As I was leaving work today there were these two middle aged men teeing off on #4. My boss called me over to him and just sat there watching them for a while. When they got into their cart he turned to me and said “hurry go get the club laying on the ground over there”. It was a brand new Cleveland 56 degree wedge. I asked him if I should turn it in or just keep it. He was like “it’s a nice club, do whatever you want with it cuz they will be coming back in a second to look for it”. He drove off and I threw it in my pickup and drove to where the men were playing. One of them was already on his way back to try and find it. I pulled up next to him and handed it to him out of the window. All he said was “ya, that’s the one”. It still felt good even though if it was me I would have been more grateful. It’s weird how just doing the right thing can make you feel full of yourself. I guess it was still a selfish act on my part for that reason, but it didn't feel like one in the process.