An entitled Karen gets up in my face and screams at me to sit down at a concert, but I simply wasn't going to take it.

So I snap back at her just as hard and told her to shut up and mind her own business.

And I've never been more nervous in my life.

Here's what happened.

So earlier this month, a friend who I will call Danger, that's obviously not their real name,

texted me last minute saying he had two extra tickets for a Rick Springfield concert that night.

When I say last minute, I mean he texted me at 6.45 and the show started at 8 o'clock.

And I live a little under an hour away from the venue.

But I had nothing to do.

So off my mom and I went.

Skip forward to the show itself.

I'm vibing, having a good time.

Just enjoying some live music on a night I didn't expect to.

But in between songs, this couple behind me is constantly yelling.

And not the kind of yelling you expected a concert.

Saying stuff like, sit down, down in front, stuff along those lines.

Most of the yelling came from our main antagonist, the entitled Karen of this story.

Both of these two were sitting down, which I get it.

You're at a show where you have seats.

So you are obviously taking advantage of that.

But yelling at others to sit down because you can't see whatever.

I'm just going to enjoy the music.

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