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My ex wife. Imagine a Karen. Now imagine she's a solicitor who believes she is the law - no, not the police/a police officer, literally the law .. statute .. Acts.
That went as you might imagine it did.
I used to work at a auto shop and one time a lady came in wanting an estimate to replace the majority of the exhaust on her car. We didn't do exhaust work so the only way for me to price that out for her was to go based off the purchase of all the components from the parts shop which would have been way more expensive than a shop that actually does exhaust work. I told her as such and then she insisted that I price it out anyway which took forever because I had to find a diagram of her cars exhaust and cross reference all the parts with the parts shop website and then the entire time she's bitching at me about how long this is taking. I continued to explain that going to an exhaust shop would be cheaper and she continued to insist. When I handed her the estimate she glanced at it, laughed in my face, and stormed out. That shit happened almost 2 decades ago and it still pops into my head frequently.
We didn't do exhaust work
I'd have looked up the blue book value of her car, doubled it, then gave that number and said "plus labor".
That probably wouldn't have been too far off.
That would have to be the manager who complained to my manager that I was too friendly and wasting his time by saying hello and asking how his day was going every time we talked on the phone. 😐
Pour one out for all the unfortunate souls actually named Karen who aren't Karens
Another name ruined
Atleast they arent one of the poor unfortunate souls named Adolf who were born in the 30s.
Easy fix: "Hi, I'm Abe/Adi/Dolf"
Dolf LMAO
There's a reason they got the generic name Karens.
Like Gary (Garys aren't Karens), there aren't many around now but the few I've ever come across really were worthy of these name.
Probably because it was a popular name for a while so the odds they'd have that name are good.
Another McDonald’s drive-thru story but probably the guy that wouldn’t pull forward for 30 fucking seconds for fresh fries.
I was a shift manager at the time and had my staff all hyped up during a busy lunch rush. We were kicking ass — no mistakes, drive-thru times were insanely low and everything was moving. I told some guy “could you please pull forward for just 30 seconds, I have the next five cars’ orders right here and we’re just waiting for fresh fries.”
The guy lost it, started screaming “I won’t fucking pull forward,” “this is bullshit,” all the typical douchebag stuff.
I closed the window and told my staff not to hand him anything. I ran outside with five bags, walked around his car and handed them all to the next cars. I told them “he didn’t want to pull forward” and made sure to point so the guy could see me ratting him out. They all took off fast and right as I walked inside the damn fries were ready so I bagged them up, opened that window and told him to have a “wonderful day.”I loved seeing his stupid face turn beet red with embarrassment.
My second worst Karen was the woman who complained that we were too fast and called corporate to complain.
I treat people like that like I'm dealing with a rabid dog. I detach emotionally and treat them like a thing to be careful around.
I used to keep my voice and tone professional with the fake smiling and shit, but my facial expressions never lied.
It's all in the eyes.
A friend of mine worked as a manager at a pizza chain and had a customer do something similar. They were prepping a basic medium pepperoni pizza for a different customer when she (Karen) walked in. The person who'd called it in was a regular who wouldn't make it in for 20 minutes, so they gave the first pizza to the Karen. Same order, done quicker.
She threw it at them because "there's no it was fresh out of the oven so quickly. "
Of course this was After they'd explained that they'd been preparing the same pizza when she came in.
I’ve seen this a lot in fast food. Their order (for the exact same thing) would be impossible to make that fast fresh, so they lose their shit if you use your brain and give them the existing one that was made minutes (seconds?) ago.
Such simple-minded thinking.
We had another customer come in for like three days in a row ordering fries without salt, thinking they’re soooo smart (always during rush too when fries were super fresh). I watched them add salt to them after sitting down every time. On day four I got sick of them so I made fries without salt at the very start of rush and put them aside for an hour or two just so that when they did it again they got the shittiest, oldest fries.
Definitely not a professional move but I got my revenge.
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