Karen thinks it's my job to help her go to the bathroom?

Here's what happened.

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In high school, I worked for a native movie theater chain.

While they've since changed them, the uniform at the time consisted of navy blue trousers

and a red polo.

Nearby in the same plaza, there were several restaurants and fast food places.

Among these was a panda express.

During my 15 minute break, I'd been at panda and in line ordering and waiting to pay for

my food.

I was minding my own business and hoping I could get out of there quickly enough to have

time to inhale my orange chicken prior to darting back to the box office when my break

ended.

I'm a bit zoned out, so I became rather startled upon an abrupt ahem.

A company by a tap on my shoulder.

I turned and took in the sight of what we all know now to be a Karen.

Me.

Oh, sorry.

Was I in your way?

My default line of thinking and I have terrible social anxiety.

Karen.

I said I need to go to the bathroom.

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