how to deal with a "KAREN"(pt1)
*i'm busy looking at the shelves in the store when i hear her walk up behind me*
*clears throat, rolls eyes* Excuse me, dear, I need assistance finding my preferred brand of toothpaste.
*i look at her curiously* um...i don't work here
*jaw drops, eyes wide* What?! But...you look like a manager type. Surely, you can help me? *crosses arms, taps foot impatiently*
um...no...no i can't...like i said, i don't work here
*snorts derisively* Well, then get someone who does! I'm not wasting another minute here. *stomps off, mumbling under her breath* Damn millennials.
the fuck you say bitch!? *i turn toward her fully*
*spins around, jaw dropping* How dare you speak to me like that, young man! I'll have you know, I've spent decades perfecting my customer service skills. *points a finger accusingly* You're lucky I'm not calling security right now.
*grabs her by the throat and punches her in the face*
*reels back, stunned, clutching her face* You vile creature! I'll see you rot in jail for this assault! *falls to the ground, writhing in pain*