When it's a quintessential part of British summer,

when it's the tournament you've waited four years for,

when it's down to a nail-biting matchpoint rally.

How can they keep going?

I'm tired just watching.

I think I need a banana.

Nothing brings us together like great TV,

and a TV licence covers you to watch all TV channels

plus BBC I player so you can enjoy a whole summer of world class sport. Search TV license

together. The Bert Show. Uh, your family will make you take a look in the mirror, won't

they, Abby? I think it's time for a little self-reflection, or at least that's what my parents are saying,

because when I was home all last week for the 4th of July holiday, my mom brought up something to me

that didn't quite sit right with me, and I'm starting to wonder if maybe she's right.

So I've decided to bring it to you. So over the last couple of weeks, I feel like

I've had these scenarios that I've come in where I've talked a little bit about some of my

customer service frustrations, if you will. One of the ones most recently was me at the AT&T store,

freak it out because I've been there for hours and I still don't have a new phone despite the fact that I've ordered one and then they sent it to the wrong place and then I got

it and then I had to send it back because they'd already reported it stolen anyway.

I now feel like I need to be a little bit more self-reflective because my parents are

bringing this up to me because they're a little bit worried that I'm becoming the worst

thing a white woman can be

and that is a Karen.

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