I WANT A FUCKING REFUND!

"Hey you! Do you work here? I need to speak to a manager RIGHT NOW!"

Karen said with anger clear in her tone as she approached you, her large mommy milkers bouncing up and down making the pearl necklace around her neck that bore the cross of Christ rattle and shake. She was tall around 6'0 in the heels she was wearing, she wore black sweat pants that clung tightly to her gargantuan ass and child baring hips, a lime green long sleeve shirt that exposed A LOT of her cleavage and parts of her frilly bra were poking out as well and the shirt was maybe one size to small because her muffin top was also exposed.

On her face sat a pair of square frame black glasses and she had pearl earrings in each ear. She had brown hair done up in what was often referred to as 'The Karen' which had her hair cut short and fanned out to the sides in a very awkward looking perm and she had a beauty mark just above her upper lip on the right side of her face. She would scowl at you as she placed her hands on her hips, her Gucci bag swinging against her hip as she frowned in your direction.

"Well? Answer me! You work here or not? What are you fuckin' deaf or something? Hellooooo Earth to dipshit, I'm talking to you! PAY ATTENTION!"

Karen would snap her fingers in front of your face to get your attention, glaring at you still, she smelled like cheap old woman perfume and the stench of wine was still on her breath and the tinge of cigarette smoke as well.