An entitled Karen cuts in line when I'm getting food, and then yells at me saying that I'm too fat to eat.

So in my hometown, there's a little summer festival going on with lots of music.

There's a food truck, there's some fun rides, and those little shacks where you can get clothes and jewelry.

There are people dancing, eating, and drinking everywhere. Everyone is honestly having a lot of fun.

I was with my parents, and my mom said that she was hungry.

Since she recently suffered a foot injury, I decided to go get us some hot dogs,

so my dad gives me some money, and off I go to a nearby truck.

The festival wasn't at its fullest yet, so there wasn't a lot of people in line.

In front of me was a young teen couple, a biker gang mom and her son, and behind me was an elderly couple.

I was mining my own business, thinking about which hot dog I was going to get.

When out of the corner of my eye, I see the entitled Karen and her demon child.

She didn't look like the typical Karen.

She had long brown hair and actually had an appearance that made it seem like she was nice,

but boy was I wrong.

The entitled Karen was at the side of the line, looking at the menu,

probably thinking about what to eat like the rest of us.

When her son, you know, the demon child, who's about 9 or 10,

started absolutely screaming,

mommy, mommy, I want a burger, burger, burger, burger.

This demon spawn repeated this on, and on, and on.

All the way up until the entitled Karen snaps at him,

saying that she heard him the first time and that she'll buy him a burger.

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