The woman continued her rant, loudly accusing us of incompetence and demanding to speak with someone more capable. I was unsure whether to intervene, but my grandmother remained composed, telling the woman that she had made a mistake. The woman scoffed, but Grandma kindly pointed out that the pizza was from the shop across the street, not ours. She even showed the woman our logo on the wall and the one on the box, which were clearly different.

As the woman’s anger melted away, she realized her mistake. Her face turned a deep red with embarrassment as the truth dawned on her. She fumbled with the box before snatching it back and rushing out of the shop, leaving behind a room full of customers who couldn’t contain their laughter. My grandmother, unfazed, tidied up the counter, and everyone shared a lighthearted moment of joy after the tension was gone.

Later, I saw the woman outside, standing in front of the rival pizzeria. The staff, who had surely witnessed the spectacle, were laughing too. She hesitated for a moment, but instead of going inside, she walked away in shame. Grandma, ever wise, remarked that life has a way of teaching humility, often through humorous moments. As I finished my shift, I couldn’t help but smile at the karmic lesson we had all witnessed.