Welcome to our Slash Entitled Parents, where a rude entitled mother gets herself kicked off a plane.

Another Karen on a plane post reminded me of this lovely experience last month.

Due to a new procurement process issue at work, nobody really cares about.

I booked a flight to my conference destination really late.

All that was left were middle seats, or ponying up personally for an upgrade,

which wasn't going to happen for a relatively short flight.

Out in the boarding area, they announced many, many times that it was a full flight and kept

begging people to gatecheck their bags. It wasn't subtle. After they let all the military first class

frequent flyers and blah, blah need more time people board. My group got to plod down the jetway.

Once we got into the plane, I could see my fate before me. A wild Karen was sitting in the aisle seat.

The middle was piled with Karen garbage, backpack, electronic devices, stuffed animal snacks, etc.

And a miniature Karen was over in the window seat, happily kicking the empty seat in front of her.

So hard, it was visibly shaking. Joy. That's, I count the rows. Definitely mine.

When I got to the row, I pointed to the middle seat to indicate it's mine.

Karen didn't budge or move a single thing from that garbage pile.

I tried again with the whole, sorry, that's my seat routine. She snapped at me.

Sit somewhere else. I'm all, can't do that, full flight. This is my assigned seat.

Well, Karen wasn't having that. Did I know what kind of day she'd had?

It had started the day before. Their flight was diverted. They missed their connection.

They slept in the airport overnight. They just need a little space. Sit somewhere else.

And she shoved her knees fully up against the seat in front of her, blocking my way into the

sucky even before she loaded it with Karen stuff, middle seat. Then she shut her eyes and pretended

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