What goes around comes around

John boards the bus and asks me where my ear-plugs are.
"I thought they were  in the tech bag."
"No... they're not in the tech bag," says John, expecting the worst.
"One second." I'm digging through my bag and pockets when I remember -- "Oh."
"'Oh', what?"
"I left them right next to the dolly..."
John's face drains of its color. He looks like a ghost who's just learned that another, scarier form of ghost exists. "Shit."
John and Andrew race back to the Ernie Ball stage. It's only been an hour since we loaded out -- but still, with the wandering eyes and hands around Warped Tour, you never can tell who abides by the 'finders keepers, losers weepers' mentality.
Luckily, luckily, one of the back stage techs for the next band noticed the ear-plugs (not an inexpensive piece of equipment, and very, very essential) and had pocketed them, thinking someone would come back looking for them eventually. And there were John and Andrew.
When they return to the bus, we toast to our good luck.
Then, later, after one of our friends from another band -- let's called him 'Mo' -- is hanging out with us on the bus, we notice he leaves behind an eighth of dank, dank marijuana.
'Finders-keepers, losers-weepers?'
"No way," says Andrew. "I firmly believe in Karma. What you put out into the universe, the universe returns. We got lucky today. Let's not forget that."
So at the next show we meet back up with Mo and return the surprisingly-not-missed marijuana.
"Oh, wow," exclaims Mo. "You guys could've just smoked it, you know?"
But we shake our heads.
"Nah, man, " says Andrew. "What goes around comes around."
And that night, whether it was on booze or weed or luck in life -- we all got high.