I Met A Karen...

I she was a full blown Karen. Versus someone having a blonde moment. Not directly responding to her was the best thing you could have done.

I don't even think there is a response to that. It just might have been a dumb American comment verse a Karen.

Where Toyota builds their cars in the USA and it used to be they used more parts made in the USA than American manufacturers .

The the Karen trigger would be" so what you are saying is I should buy a Toyota?"

I'm very social know I run into different types of Karen's often enough. I'm supposed where you have restaurants you don't run into food snob Karen's on a regular basis

"I ended up paying her $241 grocery bill and I think that shocked her."

Wtf did you do that for? I would just tell her to Nap off and mind her own business.

What kind of person accosts a stranger for the car he drives? That MIGHT be a karen or simply an idiot. Love your solution to HER problem. Did you make sure she had no processed foods before you paid for the groceries? What about imported foods?

Same way here - just full of 'should have saids'.



Faced with her rant I would have said 'ok..fine...whatever' and gotten in my 'bad' car and left. I would have thought about running over her but I probably wouldn't have done it.

So Karen came ovah one time.

"They frickin' hate me."

Ima mostly slapdown with the opinionated, but I figured her tears gaht zilchow to do with misappropriated generalities, whatevah the frick THEY are.

Othahwise I woulda smacked her in the mouth.

Steada that scenario, I thought on my feet greet cheat sweet thang, an' just kinda blurted shit out.

"Plus mebbe they also DON'T," I said. "Ain't like you no Joolie or nuthin'."

"That is my MIDDLE NAME, you shithole! Why don't you just SHAFT ME DOUBLE while you're pretending to care?"

Gal had a point.

I was only bein' kind bcs she said alla the stuff 'bout the hate.

Woulda mebbeya tried to figure stuff out, but the gal stomped away.

"I am Karen. As in KAAAAREN, okay? I did not start this, it is not my fault, I just want to live my life!"

Less'n she'd told me her name, prolly I wouldna evin known.

(This was las' week in the store btw, as I was sizin' up joosy zucchinis to purchase. Gal snook up an' said, "They frickin' hate me". What am I to do? Attack her with a random vegetabyool, or pass it ovah so she can bring husself back to sanity in a drug-free cuppasity once I distracted the checkout guy?)

The Frick This Leaves Nowan?

Wanna avoid stereotypical nomenclatchure narratives gonna drag yr whole frickin' life down?

Call yourself like you whistlin' for a dahg, a saint, an' a deemon.

You fortchinhut, all 3 will show.

Nuthin' happens, it is like only one partickulah thing in an infinite Caaahsmaahs of possibility kinda bummed the **** out.

(Alternatively, Karen gonna cum screamin' again ... THEY FRICKIN' HAAAATE ME!!!)

I suspect there is more to this story.

True story..

In my late teens/early 20's, I went out with four girls in a row, all called Karen. The first one's full name was Karen Free and the second one was called Karen Freer.

There's been a pretty big plot twist to this story in the last hour and a half.

I'll tell you the real zinger in a minute...

but first. She sent me a message on Messenger. I accepted it. I recognized her picture.

How she knew who I was I have no idea.

She apologized over and over.

I'll paraphrase here...

she was having a bad few days because of family problems and apologized for her behavior.

She said she cried for a good hour when she got home because someone she didn't even know was so kind to her.

The biggest plot twist in this is her first name is Karen.

As the saying goes...the truth is stranger than fiction.

I would have never seen this coming.

Sometimes things happen that just completely leave me amazed at how life works.

So - you went out with four of them in a row ...because none of them would agree to a second date?

Wow, that's quite an experience! I can't believe she went off on you like that. Paying her grocery bill was a classy move, though. And yes, I've definitely encountered a few Karens in my time!

Jus' for the record, my name is naht Karen.

I had plenny of abyoose an' insult round here down the years, an' I wanna be sure next buncha clowns don't fly off on sum noplace tangent.

Plus also, didya know KAREN is only 1 K away from bein' an anagram of KRAKEN?

Livin' proof a nightmare world of terror is only a single synapse away ...