And Entitled Karen demands that I wait in line just like everybody else after I walk up and grab my mobile order at Starbucks.

This entitled Karen even goes as far as trying to restrain me from leaving Starbucks as well as physically hitting me and I've

honestly never been more blown away by somebody else's entitlement in my life

here's what happened so there's a Starbucks conveniently located right next to my

psychologist's office.

I'm a 28-year-old female, and over the past few months,

I've gotten into the habit of grabbing some sugar-laden concoction

all before my appointments.

Now, I'm Australian. so any fellow Australians please do not come for me.

I'm perfectly aware that 400 calories worth of flavored syrups and whipped creams does not make a coffee good,

but my $9 caffeinated milkshakes are a rare treat that gives me a little boost

and helps me get through a rough session of self-improvement.

Yesterday morning as I travel towards my regularly scheduled reality check, I had a rare moment of forethought and decided to save myself from the looming

lunch rush and order online. I'm in luck with the timing and 10 minutes later I stepped

through the door just as the barista is putting the finishing touches on my pumpkin spice cold brew.

She calls my name and I happily bounce straight over, but as I reach my precious bean juice

I find an immaculately manicured hand resting gently on my forearm.

And this is where the entitled Karen of this story comes into play.

The woman it belongs to is probably in her mid 30s and oozes polished

professionalism in her neatly pressed linen pantsuit as well as her flawless makeup and

her slick back high pony. The elegant gold jewelry that drips from her wrist and neck and the designer logo that gleams from her purse hints at wealth and power

The only resemblance she holds to a typical Karen is her nose which remains pointed directly in the air and the air of

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