Allow me, my adoring followers, to regale you with the misadventures I recently encountered aboard a transatlantic flight. Imagine my dismay when, after settling into my plush first class seat, I discovered a smudge marred its immaculate leather.
I summoned the cabin crew forthwith, but their feeble attempts at remedy left much to be desired. Soon enough, however, the captain himself groveled before me, offering lavish compensation for the affront to my sensibilities.
But the debacle did not cease there. When presented with my meal, I found it chilled rather than piping hot - an intolerable offense indeed. With a well-honed glare, I compelled the head chef to personally cook a replacement, which, needless to say, met my exacting standards.
And thus, dear readers, another victory was secured for yours truly, Karen Final Boss. For those who dare trifle with my expectations, know this: no airborne sanctuary shall shield them from my wrath.
>Soulkyn