An entitled Karen tries to force her kid to cross five lanes of traffic as a form of practice from coming home from school.

But once I saw that, I decided to intervene, getting this Karen in more trouble than she ever anticipated.

Here's what happened.

Okay, for a bit of context, I currently live in a suburb in Texas.

My son's primary school is on a large stretch of road, and it is five lanes.

And the speed limit is 70 miles an hour. But during school zone hours, it's 30 miles an hour.

The school sits right in the middle, and the crosswalks are at least half a mile each way, maybe more.

The point is, it's not close.

One's closer than the other, but it's not a brisk walk.

It is definitely a track.

This road is also very popular and houses all tiers of

public education. There are giant trucks, working trucks, and all manner of cars at any given hour.

And it is super backed up during school hours. And so here we are. My husband is pulling out of the

school and it is a chore because of the heavy traffic. He then notices a kid right next to us on the sidewalk,

showing signs of looking down these five lanes. My husband then says, oh, he better not be trying

to cross the street. What is going on? And he hardly mentions that before slamming the pedal.

The kid had stepped into the road, and my husband pulled immediately into the street to stop people

on that lane. The kid then pulls back.

I then jump out of the car and I yell at the kid to immediately discourage anything.

And let me tell you something, this kid was not fine. I couldn't even get a word out of him

and he couldn't explain to me what he was doing. He was panicking, blubbering, and looking to

the other side. And I had to hold him just so he would stop crying. He kept looking

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