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Entitled Karen Live Streams Getting Kicked out of a Casino After Refusing to Wear Mask

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Lottery Players Are Rude Self Centered Addicts Who Think The Convenience Store Is The Casino Royale And They're "A Player" I Disagree, Karen

Happens every time. A line 2,3,4 deep at the quickie mart or the 7-11 or the Stewarts or whatever your local Stop-N-Rob joint is called that sells lottery tickets. In walks Ms. Karen or Mr. My Future Is Bleak and apparently the line is not for them... they're "just playing the lottery." Step right up to whatever part of the counter is closest to the lottery machine (usually within proximity of the register) and thinks they're the next customer to be attended to because it's not like they're buying something... WTF? They often quickly scan the waiting customers and grimace as if to communicate "I go first because I'm cashing a winning ticket I bought yesterday/earlielast week so I'm already a customer due money so this is more of a returns line than a purchase line... " As soon as the customer being rung up is done, "Player" says "I Just want this scanned... Oh and gimmee a Lucky 7 and 2 cash-4-life and and and... tonight's numbers 5-2-9-1 box and and and..." (adds up the total in their head while the scanned scratch off yields 1.00 credit)
Then despite the display with the tiny pencils and the Mega-Millions or Powerball scan-tron forms they just HAVE to vocalize their winning picks and make the cashier enter their game, draw date, and each number picked and the powerball number by hand, taking 10x longer... because it was a split second decision to play it at all... because they won't play when the jackpot doesn't rise to their "standards" but just noticed it's way up there so why not?
Well Ms. Thang, after you asked for 12-17-41-21-8 and PB 5... I stepped right up while you were filing all your future broken dreams like bent heroin spoons in your purse and immediately demanded the EXACT SAME NUMBER COMBINATION and smiled as you looked at me in horror and disgust and uttered "Hey you can't do that!" Oh but I can my disillusioned 1% wannabee, I can since you made your prediction public... which is why I answered "Let's keep our fingers crossed and we'll get to SHARE the grand prize! 50-50!"
Oh yes... I know you changed your numbers and got a refund while I waited outside in my truck, and came out to give me that look a Rothschild might give to a chimney sweep ... you didn't have to tell me your addiction to "what might be" can't be shared among anyone not of your choosing, because in your mind you've practically won just by playing and the dopamine is well into their receptors. Like a drunk you're not thinking rationally. You didn't have to wave your new choice of numbers in my face and stick your tongue out at me as if you won this round and say "I got new numbers you can keep 'em!" - because we're both losers. Or are we? Because after I replied "Excellent. I don't want to share 1/2 my prize with you anyway" and drove out I saw you GOING BACK IN. I just know what you're going to do. So maybe I did win this round.
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Entitled Karen kicked out of a Las Vegas casino for refusing to wear a mask. Great job Wynn!

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Entitled Karen Live Streams Getting Kicked out of a Casino After Refusing to Wear Mask

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How Karens at the casino be like when I tell them to wear their masks

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Entitled Karen Live Streams Getting Kicked out of a Casino After Refusing to Wear Mask

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Lottery Players Are Rude Self Centered Addicts Who Think The Convenience Store Is The Casino Royale And They're "A Player" I Disagree, Karen

Happens every time. A line 2,3,4 deep at the quickie mart or the 7-11 or the Stewarts or whatever your local Stop-N-Rob joint is called that sells lottery tickets. In walks Ms. Karen or Mr. My Future Is Bleak and apparently the line is not for them... they're "just playing the lottery." Step right up to whatever part of the counter is closest to the lottery machine (usually within proximity of the register) and thinks they're the next customer to be attended to because it's not like they're buying something... WTF? They often quickly scan the waiting customers and grimace as if to communicate "I go first because I'm cashing a winning ticket I bought yesterday/earlielast week so I'm already a customer due money so this is more of a returns line than a purchase line... " As soon as the customer being rung up is done, "Player" says "I Just want this scanned... Oh and gimmee a Lucky 7 and 2 cash-4-life and and and... tonight's numbers 5-2-9-1 box and and and..." (adds up the total in their head while the scanned scratch off yields 1.00 credit)
Then despite the display with the tiny pencils and the Mega-Millions or Powerball scan-tron forms they just HAVE to vocalize their winning picks and make the cashier enter their game, draw date, and each number picked and the powerball number by hand, taking 10x longer... because it was a split second decision to play it at all... because they won't play when the jackpot doesn't rise to their "standards" but just noticed it's way up there so why not?
Well Ms. Thang, after you asked for 12-17-41-21-8 and PB 5... I stepped right up while you were filing all your future broken dreams like bent heroin spoons in your purse and immediately demanded the EXACT SAME NUMBER COMBINATION and smiled as you looked at me in horror and disgust and uttered "Hey you can't do that!" Oh but I can my disillusioned 1% wannabee, I can since you made your prediction public... which is why I answered "Let's keep our fingers crossed and we'll get to SHARE the grand prize! 50-50!"
Oh yes... I know you changed your numbers and got a refund while I waited outside in my truck, and came out to give me that look a Rothschild might give to a chimney sweep ... you didn't have to tell me your addiction to "what might be" can't be shared among anyone not of your choosing, because in your mind you've practically won just by playing and the dopamine is well into their receptors. Like a drunk you're not thinking rationally. You didn't have to wave your new choice of numbers in my face and stick your tongue out at me as if you won this round and say "I got new numbers you can keep 'em!" - because we're both losers. Or are we? Because after I replied "Excellent. I don't want to share 1/2 my prize with you anyway" and drove out I saw you GOING BACK IN. I just know what you're going to do. So maybe I did win this round.
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Entitled Karen Live Streams Getting Kicked out of a Casino After Refusing to Wear Mask

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Lottery Players Are Rude Self Centered Addicts Who Think The Convenience Store Is The Casino Royale And They're "A Player" I Disagree, Karen

Happens every time. A line 2,3,4 deep at the quickie mart or the 7-11 or the Stewarts or whatever your local Stop-N-Rob joint is called that sells lottery tickets. In walks Ms. Karen or Mr. My Future Is Bleak and apparently the line is not for them... they're "just playing the lottery." Step right up to whatever part of the counter is closest to the lottery machine (usually within proximity of the register) and thinks they're the next customer to be attended to because it's not like they're buying something... WTF? They often quickly scan the waiting customers and grimace as if to communicate "I go first because I'm cashing a winning ticket I bought yesterday/earlielast week so I'm already a customer due money so this is more of a returns line than a purchase line... " As soon as the customer being rung up is done, "Player" says "I Just want this scanned... Oh and gimmee a Lucky 7 and 2 cash-4-life and and and... tonight's numbers 5-2-9-1 box and and and..." (adds up the total in their head while the scanned scratch off yields 1.00 credit)
Then despite the display with the tiny pencils and the Mega-Millions or Powerball scan-tron forms they just HAVE to vocalize their winning picks and make the cashier enter their game, draw date, and each number picked and the powerball number by hand, taking 10x longer... because it was a split second decision to play it at all... because they won't play when the jackpot doesn't rise to their "standards" but just noticed it's way up there so why not?
Well Ms. Thang, after you asked for 12-17-41-21-8 and PB 5... I stepped right up while you were filing all your future broken dreams like bent heroin spoons in your purse and immediately demanded the EXACT SAME NUMBER COMBINATION and smiled as you looked at me in horror and disgust and uttered "Hey you can't do that!" Oh but I can my disillusioned 1% wannabee, I can since you made your prediction public... which is why I answered "Let's keep our fingers crossed and we'll get to SHARE the grand prize! 50-50!"
Oh yes... I know you changed your numbers and got a refund while I waited outside in my truck, and came out to give me that look a Rothschild might give to a chimney sweep ... you didn't have to tell me your addiction to "what might be" can't be shared among anyone not of your choosing, because in your mind you've practically won just by playing and the dopamine is well into their receptors. Like a drunk you're not thinking rationally. You didn't have to wave your new choice of numbers in my face and stick your tongue out at me as if you won this round and say "I got new numbers you can keep 'em!" - because we're both losers. Or are we? Because after I replied "Excellent. I don't want to share 1/2 my prize with you anyway" and drove out I saw you GOING BACK IN. I just know what you're going to do. So maybe I did win this round.
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Opinion | In Myanmar's Karen State, Ex-Insurgents Create a Haven for Chinese Casino Bosses

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I have to deal with Karens as a cocktail waitress at a major casino. Please save me.

Hey guys,
Karen is my worst nightmare. I hate her so effin much!!!!! I am a cocktail waitress in a casino and whenever I walk past her in her usual slot machine she calls the manager. SHE DOESN'T EVEN GIVE ME A CHANCE TO FUCKIN' SERVE HER. I have 50 other customers to serve also you fat, entitled, old bitch. kill yourself Karen.

anyways. This Karen has called the manager on me 2 or 3 weeks in a row because I didn't excitedly run up to her and ask her if she wants her usual FOUR WATERS, and TWO TALL DIET [IN A BIG PINT GLASS, WITH ICE] PEPSIS WITH EXTRA CHERRIES FOR HER AND HER HUSBAND. THESE ORDERS ARE REALLY FUCKING HEAVY KAREN, you old bitch. I HAVE TO WALK ACROSS THE CASINO JUST TO DELIVER these to your old entitled bitch ass. YOU ASK FOR 6 DRINKS FROM ME EVERY TIME AND ZERO TIP. YOU DON'T EVEN SMILE AT ALL AND GET MAD WHEN I DELIVER THEM TO YOUR LOSER, DUMB ASS. maybe that is why I ignore you, asshole.

This piece of shit is making my life a living hell and it's made me turn against my other co workers. I feel bad now after realizing that this is just a Karen phenomenon that literally half of all american citizens experience. It's not just me. I shouldn't put the blame on my coworkers. This bitch has a serious mental problem for trying to get me in trouble and calling the manager because I don't suck up to her bitch ass.

/sigh. Seriously Karen has made me really tough on co workers and I don't let them take longer breaks at all when I cover their areas in the casino. I just can't handle all the needy people.

please, can you guys offer some kind words of advice?... how would you feel if this person orders all these drinks from you and not give you a single dollar, then on top of that, calls the manager just for simply WALKING PAST HER. I DON'T EVEN SEE HER AT ALL SHE IS INVISIBLE TO ME. BUT SHE MAKES HER DUMB ASS VISIBLE BY CALLING MANAGEMENT.
management understands and they are on my side and I think they are aware of this Karen phenomenon also.
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Entitled Karen Live Streams Getting Kicked out of a Casino After Refusing to Wear Mask

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Entitled Karen kicked out of a Las Vegas casino for refusing to wear a mask. Great job Wynn!

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Petty revenge on Casino Karen

This is the story of a Casino Karen. Before we begin a few things to know:
- The house always wins (duh)
-Casino Karens are slightly different than regular Karens 1) they MUST win immediately upon sitting down at a slot machine and get VERY angry when they do not and 2) if you are winning and they are not, Casino Karens are even more unhappy.
So, last night late in the evening at a nearby casino I was meandering my way back to my hotel room after breaking even for the night (yay!). I stopped at a penny slot machine I like and decided to throw a few bucks in and play the minimum of 25 cents per spin just for shits and giggles.
Shortly after sitting down, Casino Karen plops down at a slot machine two over from me (which I know is generally not a great machine-never see anyone really win on it and it is not played much as a result) and immediately lights up a cigarette while boyfriend stands there to watch her. After a few spins at $1.25 a spin she immediately starts complaining and boyfriend joins her saying "these machines are rigged" "this is AWFUL!" "I see why the casino regulars play the minimum". Now, normally I am happy to see others winning because it makes the vibe more fun but Karens, nawww, I hope they lose.
So, it just so happens just about the time Karen starts complaining I get in a bonus. This pisses off Karen and her bf and I hear them make a snide comment about how of course I am in the bonus and only playing 25 cents - bitch, you know I can hear you right? Karen then gets in the bonus on her machine too and gets 40 free spins and only wins about $11 - which is about what I got on my bonus playing 25 cents to her $1.25. You would have thought the world had stopped. The complaining ramped up about 10 more notches and they kept bitching about 40 free spins and barely $10!!! So, karmic fates shine down and my machine decided to bonus several more times in very quick succession. Cue even more complaints. I try to be nice and tell them that I played it earlier at $1.25 a spin and couldn't get a bonus to save my life and isn't that how it goes I get in the bonus at minimum bet. Silence from Karen and bf. Okay, that's how it is going to go (was already irritated at the snide remark)....
Casino Karen proceeds to continue her nonstop complaining (normal people just get up off a bad machine) and I could tell she was eyeing my machine up and would JUMP at the chance to get on it if I left. (been gambling a long time - I know when someone wants my machine). Despite being tired, part one of petty revenge is I decide to keep playing just to annoy her and manage to hit a $50 bonus which you can imagine irritated her as it would have been $250 if I was playing $1.25 like her. About 3 Karen cigarettes later she finally leaves but only goes about 7-8 machines down. I can tell bf keeps looking my way to see if I have left.
Part two of petty revenge is I pull out a ticket I haven't cashed in yet from another machine that has about $250 dollars in slot credits on it and I insert it into my machine. This way, it looks like I won a REALLY big bonus if they walk by to see how I am doing and how many credits are on my machine. Of course, about 10-15 minutes later they stroll by and I can tell they are super annoyed to see I have over $350 dollars in credits on the machine. Hahahaha.....once it was clear they were gone for good I cashed out and went to bed.
Moral of the story? If you get that upset at what is supposed to be a fun activity you either have a gambling problem or are a Casino Karen (or Kevin) and I will happily do what I can to get under your skin and make you even more annoyed because u/feellikebeingajerk
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Mayor Karen wants all the casinos open during a pandamic

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GTA 5 online casino... spotted Karen

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Our new getaway car!!!!!

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Yes, it's my truck and No, I won't help you move and No, you can't buy it for 50 bucks!

This is long, so grab a cup of coffee, tea, or whatever keeps you happy and reading.
I live in a senior housing community for people aged 55 and older. We all have identical 1-bedroom cottages that’s set up in groups of four or quads so that all of our front doors face inward toward each other. So, if I open my front door, I have a very clear view of the front doors of my 3 neighbors and because I am in the back of this quad, I also have a view of the parking area. I think the purpose of grouping the houses this way was to create a friendly and safe atmosphere; however, it’s just creepy in a “you have no privacy” kind of way.
I am F57, disabled, and have a 16-year-old pickup truck that gets me where I need to go most of the time. If you’ve ever owned a pickup truck, you’ll understand my frustration. If you haven’t owned one, talk to anyone who has and they will tell you that according to friends, family, acquaintances, neighbors, and even complete strangers, you have it so that you can help them move, haul furniture or a tree they cut down, and anything else they can’t fit in the trunk of their car. AND because it is a pickup truck, it can be mistreated, abused, dented, scratched, beaten up, and treated like a piece of heavy construction equipment and you shouldn’t care because well. . . it’s a truck.
I have a neighbor (F - about 65 years old) that has kind of made a pest of herself since the day I moved in. I’ve done my best to be neighborly, nice, and accommodating, but each time I interact with her, I’m left feeling used. The neighbor, let's call her Karen, has come over pretending to want to visit with me, which she does for about 2 minutes, and then asks me for something. In the 3 years that I’ve been here, she’s asked me to set up 2 TVs (at different times), take a new alarm clock out of its packaging and then teach her how to operate it. I’ve been asked to fill out her food stamp paperwork, fill out information for her lease renewal, read a piece of mail to her and explain it because she didn’t understand it, to take her places and to “loan” her money for the bus. That’s just a few.
Now that you get the idea of what I’ve dealt with before, it’s time for the story.
One Monday morning, Karen comes beating on my door (she does what I call a “cop knock” – loud, hard, and repeated) around 8 a.m., waking me up. (I am a night owl, by the way.) I go to the door and she is standing there holding her natural gas bill telling me how she needed a ride to the gas company's office to talk to them about paying the bill and hands me the bill. I look at it, hoping to find a phone number for her to call, but there isn't one, but I do see that her bill is for about $17. So, I take her across town with her providing the directions since I had never been to this building (the gas company did not have an office in town, so I guess this was maybe a payment center). I drop her at the front, park, and wait for her. Karen comes out saying that they can't help her there and asks me if she should just call them to make arrangements to make payments since she didn't have the money. I tell her that's what I would do and bring her back home. We basically made this trip for nothing.
Two days later, there is another loud, repeated banging on my door waking me up just before 9 a.m. Karen is back and seems to be a little frantic. She needs a ride again. This time she's very vague about why she wants to go, but left me with the impression that something was going to get turned off, repossessed, or turned over to collections if she didn't go. She's also vague as to where she wants to go. She keeps tell me that it's down by the casino, across the street from the gas station. I told her I'd take her but she would have to point me in the right direction since I've never been to the casino. She gives me turn by turn directions until she has me turn left onto the entrance road for the casino. I'm looking around for any other businesses or even the gas station and I'm not seeing anything other than the casino in front of us and open land on either side. So, I ask her where am I supposed to be dropping her. Karen points to an upcoming sign and says, "See the sign that says 'Valet'? Just follow that sign." Yep, you guessed it, Karen had me drop her at the front entrance to the casino. She'd lied to me by omission. She didn't ask me to take her to the casino (which I would probably have done since it's none of my business how she spends her money), she asked me to take her to a business near the casino. Yeah, well, I wasn't happy. On Monday she couldn't afford to pay her $17 gas bill and on Wednesday she's going to the casino by tricking me into taking her.
A week goes by and I am in the office paying my rent when Karen comes in.
Karen: Why didn’t you tell me you were coming here today. Girl, I just walked all the way here.
Me: Didn’t know you needed a ride. I can give you a ride back to the house if you would like.
I wait while Karen pays her rent and we walk out together. Now, I’m expecting to get in my truck and drive the 4 blocks back to my house. Karen had another idea.
Karen: Take me to Everything’s Cheap store.
Me: Where?
Karen: To Everything’s Cheap. Just turn here at the stop sign and I’ll show you. It’s not far.
Me: Karen, I’m going to take you there, but I’m not shopping and I’m not going to sit in the parking lot and wait for you. You’ll have to get another ride home or walk.
Karen: It’s fine. I won’t be long.
I drop her at the front door and I go home. A couple of hours later, she bangs on my door.
Karen: Where did my ride go?
Me: Home. I told you that I wasn’t going to wait for you.
Karen: I had all my stuff that I had to carry home. Now my back hurts.
Me: I’m sorry, but I warned you.
Karen walks away muttering things that I didn’t understand and slammed her door.
Skip ahead several months and I run into Karen again as I am paying my rent. She wants me to give her a ride to the Social Security office. I tell her that I can't as my truck is not running right and I can't get too far from home in it until I get it check out and fixed. My truck started having issues and it's been difficult trying to get it fixed with lock-down, a back issue that left me bedridden for several weeks, and 2 major hurricanes this year (there’s nothing major wrong with the truck - just needs a new starter and gaskets to fix an oil leak that's caused the starter to go bad).
Karen: But it's just a few blocks away and it's hot out here.
Me: I can't trust my truck not to leave me stranded with no way to get it home.
Karen: It will be fine.
Me: Maybe, but I'm not willing to risk it.
Karen slaps the side of my truck and continues on her walk and I go home in my truck.
Another 3 days go by and more banging on my door and again I am awakened (it's 7:15 a.m.). This time I'm angry and I snatched the door open.
Me: What?
Karen (standing there with her purse and house keys in her hand as if she knows I'll say yes): I need to go to the mattress store. I need to pick up my new queen size mattress.
Me: No. My truck still isn't running right.
Karen: But I need your truck to haul the mattress home.
Me: No.
Karen: It's not a heavy mattress.
Me: Oh, so who’s going to help you get it in and out of my truck and carry it into your house?
Karen: The two of us can do it.
Me: Karen, I have degenerative disk disease. The disks in my spine are disintegrating. I can't lift nor carry a mattress even with someone helping.
Karen: But I already bought it. How am I going to get it home?
Me: Call friends or family to help you.
Karen: They don't have a truck and you do!
Me: Yes, I have a truck, but there is no sign anywhere on it that says Free Moving Company.
I close the door on her and go back to bed. An hour later, more knocking. This time, it's an older man.
Man 1: Excuse me, but is that your truck? (He points at my truck in the parking lot.)
Me: Yes.
Man 1: I have an upright piano I need to move and was wondering if I could use your truck.
Me: No. (I glance over at the neighbor's house and I see her peeking through a crack in her door - I have a sneaking suspicion she has put this guy up to this to see if I would help him.)
Man 1: You can drive the truck. I just need to have the piano hauled to my storage unit.
Me: How are you going to get an upright piano into the bed of my truck?
Man 1: I'll just roll it up a ramp and into the back.
Me: Do you know how much an upright piano weighs? One person can't push it up a ramp. If you use a ramp on my tailgate, you will break the tailgate and probably lose the piano in the process. My truck is large, but the rear end is not made for hauling a piano and will cause the front end to lift off the ground preventing my front wheel drive truck from gaining traction and straining my 16-year-old engine.
Man 1: Well, could you call 4 or 5 of your male friends to help lift it into the back of the truck?
Me: No!
I close the door on this man, too. He didn’t come right out and say it, but I felt like he wanted to borrow my truck so he could go pick up the mattress for Karen. Yeah, I’m a little suspicious.
The following morning . . . *sigh* . . . I ignore the knocking that occurs every half hour or so over a 3-hour period until she finally gives up. Later that afternoon, I open my door to get the mail out of my box when a second man approaches me out of nowhere. It’s like he was hiding around the corner waiting for me to come out of my house.
Man 2 (points at my truck - it irritates me every time someone does this): Is that your truck?
Me (feeling very annoyed and snarky): What gave it away? Is it because it's parked in a space clearly labeled with my house number? Or is it because someone told you who the truck belonged to? (I point at Karen's house.)
Man 2: Does it run?
Me: Listen, I don't know what you're wanting me pick up, deliver, move, haul, transport, or tow, but I am not a moving company, taxi, uber, delivery service, or a tow truck. I won't be doing any of those things and before you ask, I won't be allowing you or anyone else to drive my truck either. Now, do you have any other questions?
Man 2: Uh, do you want to sell it?
Me: What?! Why would I want to sell it?
Man 2: Well, since it needs fixing, I thought maybe you would want to sell it to someone who could afford to fix it.
Me: How do you know it needs fixing?
Man 2 (turns bright red and can't take his eyes off ground): I just thought if you sold it, you could buy something else and I could fix the truck.
Me: Tell Karen that I'm not selling you my truck so that you can fix it to give to her.
Man 2: I wasn't going to give it to her.
Me (pointing at his huge truck parked in Karen's designated space): You want me to believe that you would rather have my 16-year-old truck that needs repair than your brand-new truck? How stupid do you think I am?
As the older man silently stares at the ground, Karen flings her door open and marches up to me.
Karen: Just sell him your truck so he can fix it. You clearly aren't going to do it any time soon. At least I will put it to good use. I need it and I need it more than you apparently do. Now, he’s willing to get it fixed for me, so just sell him the damn truck already!
Me: My truck is not for sale! When or if I get my truck fixed is absolutely none of your business.
Karen: I’m going to call the office and tell them that you have a broken-down truck sitting in the parking lot that needs to be hauled to the junk yard. They’ll make you get rid of it or fix it.
Man 2: Karen, they can’t do anything to her . . .
Karen cuts him off. She’s so angry, she’s crying, shaking, and spitting as she screams
Karen: SHUT UP! STAY OUT OF THIS. I WANT THAT TRUCK AND I’M GOING TO GET IT! I’LL CALL THE POLICE. THEY WILL MAKE HER GET RID OF IT.
Man 2: Karen, the police aren’t . . .
She cuts him off again.
Karen: YES, THEY WILL. THEY'LL LISTEN TO ME.
She storms off to call the police. In the meantime, I brought a chair outside along with a can of soda and a bowl of microwave popcorn. I figured this was going to be a good show. Karen and Man 2 have gone inside her house to wait. The neighbor to my left has come out to see what’s going on. Let’s call her Mary. Mary can’t stand Karen, so she drags a chair out and sits next to me and we share my popcorn.
Enter Cop 1 and Cop 2
The cops arrive in about 5-6 minutes and walk up to Karen’s door and knock while glancing around at Mary and me and grinning. She answers and tells them that I have created an eyesore in the neighborhood by having an old beat up, broken-down truck sitting in the parking lot and she wants it removed immediately.
Cop 1 (pointing at my truck - yep, he does it, too and I can't help but roll my eyes): That truck?
Karen: Yes.
Cop 1: That truck is clean, shiny, no dents, no scratches, new tires . . . are you sure that’s the eyesore?
Karen: Yes. It’s 10 years old and broken and she doesn’t want to fix it. It’s just sitting there doing nothing for months.
Me: It’s 16 years old.
Cop 2 (spins around, surprised): Seriously? That truck is that old? Wow! It’s in great shape. You’ve taken good care of her.
Me: Thank you.
Karen: I want that truck gone!
Cop 2 walks over to me to discuss my truck’s mechanical history. So, I explain to him that in the 16 years that I have owned her, I have changed her oil every 3-4 months, given her a bath once a month, got her a new set of tires 6 years ago, and when I first began having problems with her starting, I bought a new battery (the old one was the original battery from when I bought the truck off the showroom floor), and when the battery wasn’t the problem, I had a mechanic come and look at it. He determined that it was the starter and the gasket was leaking. All I was waiting on was my friend to come and help me start her (someone needs to get under the truck and tap the starter while someone else turns over the ignition) so that I can get it to the mechanic’s house for him to work on it.
Karen: She’s lying. That truck hasn’t moved in 3 months.
Me (offering popcorn to Cop 2 who took a handful): Wrong. It hasn’t moved in 4 days. It’s had problems for 3 or 4 months.
Cop 1: Ms. Karen, there really isn’t anything the police department can do for you. Her truck definitely isn’t an eyesore nor is it sitting there in pieces creating a safety hazard.
Karen: She’s driving down property values.
Cop 1 (starts chuckling): Ms. Karen, you are renting a house in government subsidized senior housing.
Cop 2: Why don’t you tell us the real reason why you want her truck removed.
Mary (who has been silent until now - stands up and turns on her best diva soul-sister voice and attitude and gives the cops the greatest Deep-South Beautiful Black Woman sermon I’ve ever heard – I’ll try to write as best I can): Ohh, Lawd Jesus, help us all! Dis here woman of the night, want everything she can’t have, Lawd! I think it’s cuz she pulls her hair back so tight, Lawd, she can only see what’s in the back o’ her mind! Uh huh! She wants her Old Saggy Boy Toy of the Day here to buy my friend’s pick’em up truck, so she can go and pick’em up, Lawd, mm-hmm, if ya gittin' what I’m sayin’. He buy it and trade it to her for a little roll on her nasty sheets! Lawd Jesus, help us! And she think she all hot and sexy so you believe her and take away my friend’s truck. She a fool, uh huh. She think she can fool you, too, uh huh! How da hell do ya think she got those 2 big ass TVs in there? Mmm-hmm!
Cop 1 is bent over laughing hysterically while Cop 2 is standing with his mouth open and his eyes wide.
Cop 2 (turns to Man 2): Is any of that true?
Man 2 (embarrassed, humiliated, and just looking tired): She wanted the truck and 50 bucks.
Karen and Man 2 are arrested. Not sure what the exact charges were but I heard words being thrown around like pandering, solicitation, scamming, and false complaint among others. A couple of days later, Mary told me that Karen returned home. I guess she found a way to get bailed out. I haven’t seen her and I am hoping that I don’t. As for my “pick’em up truck”, I’m still waiting to get her to the mechanic. My friend will be here on his next day off (he doesn't get them often) to help me. It’s a good thing I’m a patient person with a super diva as a friend and neighbor. It's also good to know that my truck is at least worth one 20-minute roll on the sheets and 50 bucks.
EDIT: Thanks for the awards everyone! And just a little side note for those of you rolling your eyes at the fact that I offered a cop popcorn and he took it - I live in the Deep South in a small-ish college town. The cops here are helpful, friendly (until provoked), and generally good guys. When construction workers stole from me after Hurricane Laura, two cops came to investigate and afterwards I offered them both a bottle of water and they accepted.
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Karen called in today to her favourite online casino and I happened to answer her live chat.

I work for one of the largest online casinos in the world. Today Karen called in. I get customers in per chat/phone/email. I will need to ask them for their full name, date of birth and email address. Of course she said: "it's me Karen, I called in last month as well, surely you have my records!? Why do I keep giving you my details? Are you dumb or something? Or are you posting my details online?" And I will say: "No ma'am, I just need your account in front of me, to help you and answer your questions, please give me these 3 details."
Then escalated quickly: "I want to talk to your manager, you are dumb & rude, I called in last month, so you have my details. I demand to know your full name as well, as well as your employee number!" (Completely retarded.) I then get my manager, and the following will happen: "Hello Karen? This is the manager. How can I help?" - "Your employee is rude and asked me for my details, even though I called in last month! I want him fired now!" - "Okay Karen, let's look up your account for a sec, can I have your details please?" - "You have my details already! I called in last month on the phone!" - "Okay Karen. We surely do have your data. But we have millions of customers, so to find yours, and to know for sure it's you, we do need your details, please?" - "Okay, these are my details... Are you firing Larry? I demand you fire him! He asked for my details, without explaining he needs them! He is posting everything on Facebook he said (complete lie)!" - "Well Karen, as this is a chat, and I can read it back, I can see Larry was courteous and simply asked for your details, like we ask all customers, and there were no claims of posting your details online. That being said, Larry will now come back to help you further." - "Okay.. Pfff."
"Hi Karen, this is Larry once more, thanks for giving my manager Hank your details, how can I help?" - "I am a loyal customer. Could you please have a look in giving me some free money to play with on the site? I am very loyal and play more than $20 a month on your site. This equals to at least $400 a year. I demand you give me at least $200 to play with for free. And don't give me the normal rhetoric. I have heard it all. I just want my money now!" - "I am very sorry Karen. I see you had a bonus recently. I cannot offer anything resembling a bonus right now. Is there anything else I can help you with?" - "You piece of s***, I hope you die of cancer, you idiot!" - "I am very sorry Karen, but as I said, there is no bonus. As you are now turning rude, I will need to close the chat." - "You dumb retard, BONUS NOW!" - "As you are showing risky behaviour Karen, I am now going forward in suspending your account with us. Please come back in 30 days, to talk this over further, have a great day."
Karen is a demonically possessed entitled unreasonable unrealistic idiot, who is beyond rude. Luckily I have a lot of freedom when it comes to Karen.. Which makes my day.
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Has anyone got any good Karen stories from casinos ? Always thought it could be prime source material especially in the more seedy neighbourhoods.
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