An entitled Karen rolls up to our food bank demanding that we give her all of the bacon and steak we can possibly find.

As she says she has a barbecue coming up and she needs the steak and bacon, otherwise her barbecue is going to be ruined.

And I've honestly never met anybody more ingratful in my life.

Here's what happened.

During one summer, I decided to volunteer at a food bank that was right down the road from my house. I had

expected it to just be canned foods or something similar, but this place was really amazing.

They would put together grocery carts of food that were donated from nearby grocery

stores. One box of vegetables and fruit, a box of meat and bread and some food, some drinks,

some canned foods and desserts. And if you were one of the first 20 people or so, they would give you a full blank cake. Now, I was in charge of the door, which meant taking everyone's tickets for the day and giving them their cart full of food. I had just closed the door to wait for more carts to be finished when I heard someone banging on the door. Now, this wasn't the first time this has happened. Some people think I might have forgotten about them or something like that. So I opened the door and politely said, Don't worry, there should be another card ready in a moment. Well, this is when the entitled Karen enters this story. The last person got their cart right away. I explained that their cart was ready, but that there were no carts ready at this time. Then, miraculously, someone finish their card, and I was relieved that I wouldn't have to deal with some impatient Karen anymore, but boy, was I wrong. Before even looking at the card, she said to me, I need bacon and steak in my meat box. But I responded by saying, oh, I don't think we have that. But she was definitely not having that. As she shouted at me and said, well, just go check then. And she said that as she made a shoeing motion with her hands. Well, awkwardly, I closed the door and I went into the kitchen and I asked if there were any bacon or steak. Now, it wasn't the first time someone had asked for something specific, but bacon and steak was a pretty tall order. The person working on the meat laughed at me and said, we get donated what people don't want. Tell her that we don't have any. I went back to the door and I apologized, relaying the message that we didn't have any. She let out a loud huff and said, Then how am I supposed to hold my barbecue? Now, I didn't want to be judgmental, but I was secretly thinking, wow, you're holding a barbecue with food bank food. Next,

she picked up the cake and said, now here's something useful. I need you to write happy fourth birthday right on the top of it. But I said to her, well, that's donated from a store, so we didn't make it. But again, she was not having it. As she looked at me and said, and go put words on it right now. I responded by saying, well, we don't have frosting and we can't do that.

Plus, none of us are trained in writing and frosting as far as I know. So I doubt it would turn out well even if we could. She let out a frustrated huff again and said under her breath, this place is useless. She then tried to grab the cart and bring it outside, and this is a very common thing for us to happen. But I dug my heels into the floor while explaining that you can't bring the cart outside. She responded by saying, then how am I supposed to get the food in my car? I then pointed to the metal tables and I explained, you put the boxes on the tables and drive your car up to them. Well, apparently this was the final straw for her because she started yelling

at me in a way that I honestly never expected. I am never coming back here ever again. You have been

nothing but rude to me and have given me barely anything of worth. I don't really remember much

else of what she said because I was near tearful, but it was mainly ranting about how this

establishment was useless and she was never going to come back here ever again. And honestly, good riddance. She finally started grabbing the boxes of food and brought them to the metal tables. I was relieved as the last box was taken and quickly closed the door, thinking that was the last I'd ever see of her. But through the door, I could hear her car squealing away and her laying on the horn for some reason. I peeked through the people and I watched her honk at a parked car a few times before realizing there was no one in it and then swerving around it, blowing through the stop sign and squealing away. A minute later, there was a soft knock of the door. I opened it up and I was met with a woman looking nervous. She said to me,

that woman left some boxes behind. And sure enough, on the metal table was all of the fruits and

vegetables and the bread and some box food. She basically took the meats and desserts and left

everything else. So I told the lady that she could have them along with her cart if she wanted

them because we can't bring the food back inside

and give it to someone else. Well, when I said that, her eyes filled with tears, and she started

thanking me profusely, so at least one good thing came out of this entitled Karen's wrath.

I ended up telling the other workers, and they were shocked. Apparently, they'd never met

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