Back in his college days, a student watched his dorm roommate return from grocery shopping with a smug grin and a full bag. The roommate had gone with a friend who had a bizarre habit—he’d stroll up to the dairy aisle, twist open a milk carton, take a swig, and casually put it back. No one ever caught him. It was his twisted version of a “free sample,” and apparently, he did it often.
When the student found out, he was appalled. He scolded his roommate for tolerating such behavior, but the roommate just shrugged. “Not my problem,” he said, laughing it off. The student couldn’t believe the indifference. It wasn’t just gross—it was unethical. But the roommate didn’t care. He kept shopping with the same friend, ignoring the consequences.
Then one day, karma struck. The roommate came back from the store, pulled out a carton of milk, and noticed something odd. The seal was broken. Confused, he opened it and realized it had already been sipped. Whether it was a factory defect or fate, the irony was undeniable. The very stunt his friend pulled had landed in his own bag.
He was furious, ranting about hygiene and contamination. But the student just raised an eyebrow. “Looks like it is your problem now,” he said. The roommate didn’t laugh this time. He tossed the milk and sulked, suddenly aware of how gross that habit really was. It was a small moment, but a satisfying one.
From then on, the roommate stopped shopping with his milk-sipping friend. He even started checking seals obsessively. The student never said “I told you so,” but the lesson lingered. Sometimes, karma doesn’t need a grand gesture—it just needs one spoiled carton to make its point.
And years later, the student still remembers that day. Not because of the milk, but because it proved that even small acts of carelessness can come back around. Especially when you think they’re “not your problem.”
