Karen meets the Manager

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"What do you mean this can't be refunded ! It was disgusting and my little Johnny here is allergic to dairy!"
I yelled at the stupid employee.

"Ma'am I'm sorry but you asked for whipped cream, and you ate the whole thing, it cannot be refunded."

"You know what, I would like to speak to your manager!" I yell, taking my chanel sunglasses off my face and throwing them at the employee.

"Yes, right away ma'am." The employee ran away. Stupid millennials, they're so entitled.

"Hello ma'am , my name is Dave and I'm the manager." For a second I got distracted, Dave, the manager, had this beautiful body, the roundness of his body and head just perplexed me into a state of emotions I had not felt before, well not since my ex husband and I divorced.

"Yes hello, your stupid employee with the ugly blue hair said I cannot be refunded on this mcflurry , my son is allergic to dairy, isn't that right Johnny." I look over at Johnny to see his puffy red face, he's drolling this foam type of liquid, oh well, he will be fine, I haven't vaccinated him or anything.

"Ma'am I'm sorry but the employee is right, you are a very attractive woman and all but I cannot disobey company policy, you will need to pay for your drink."

"This is outrageous, your telling me, ME, Karen James, head of the pta and soccer moms club that I cannot be refunded! Outrageous, I will never come to this establishment again, I will be writing a harsh review on yelp! Let's go Johnny." I grab my designer purse and Johnny and leave the establishment. I hop into my Mercedes and sigh.

"This manager has no idea what's coming to him." I open the glove compartment and pull out the small bottle I keep just in case I'm wronged.

"You fucked with the wrong Karen, davey boy."

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