An entitled Karen steals my car keys, claiming that I couldn't possibly be the owner of my car,

and as a result, she got arrested and had to do some jail time. Here's what happened.

This incident was so stupid that I can't really help but share the story since my friends keep

telling me to do it. What I find the most weird about this is that my car wasn't anything super

special. It was just a yellow 2009 V6 Chevy Camaro with black stripes on it. When I bought it,

it was super cheap because the passenger side door had been smashed in somehow, and there was

already 130,000 miles on the odometer. But somehow the title was still good. No idea why,

nor do I really care. All I know was that the car looked like a good deal, so I bought it. A friend

of mine who works an auto body fixed it up for me. He said that most of the damage was to the door

itself, and I just needed a new door after he made a few tweaks to make sure everything was straight.

Together, we managed to find a door at a salvage yard that was the same color. A little work

in the car looked almost new, and it became my fun ride to commute to work, or just to drive around

in when I didn't feel like using my other car. I didn't do any modifications to it. I'm not one

of those guys that's into speed or any crazy mods. I like the car because it looked cool,

and the gas mileage wasn't so bad with a V6. In fact, I wanted a V6 Camaro because I heard that

they're usually in better condition than the ones that have a V8 in it, because people typically

drive the V6 more for looks rather than power. I drove that Camaro for a year before running into

a random entitled Karen at a supermarket last year in September. Those places tend to draw

Karen's in the regular, especially in the state I live in. I've seen many Karen's before,

but was lucky to hardly ever be noticed by them. I was shopping for some stuff to make dinner,

and was about to head home when I found the Karen with her young son all over my car after exiting

the store. I'm guessing the boy was around four years old, and his mother was taking pictures

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