Mini Karen pretends to have a daughter so she can buy cigarettes without an ID.

And it backfires.

So I thought I'd post this here as it's been on my mind for a while and I still laugh at it after this long.

I work in a medium-sized town in the UK, close to the town centre as a systems administrator. I have a few stories that

could fill a video by themselves, but I'll save them for another time. Every day I go and buy my

lunch from the local convenience store five days a week. This day is not unlike the others.

The clock rolls around to about 1.30pm and I make my way out of the

building to the store to grab a bite to eat. I normally load up my travel bag with food,

my usual meal deal contents and go back to my desk and eat it in quiet. Surfing on my phone,

catching up with personal emails, among other things. So I walk into the store

and the usual crud is there. Old people, young people, the one odd person who likes to dress in

women's dresses, really nice person, by the way. Then I spot the girl posing as the entitled

parent and another quiet kid as they're browsing the shelves. I overhear a couple of sentences from the

entitled parent, and she sounds like your typical chav. Yeah, I'm in the UK. Think Bianca from

EastEnders. She's shorter than me, long brown hair, wearing sports clothing and large hooped

gold earrings. Oh yeah, she's that kind of chav. Ignoring the

expletives and general foul-mouthed words emanating from this delightful human female, I grab my usual

meal deal and start to browse the confectionery. Hmm, M&Ms or a chocolate bar today. Ah, decisions, decisions.

And then, suddenly, what do you mean I have to show ID?

I ain't got no effing ID, followed by a few seconds of silence.

And then, look, this is my daughter, I'm older than her, pointing at the girl she came in with,

who's dressed in her school uniform.

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