Ok, this kid in school punched me for no apparent reason (prob a dare). I was bleeding on my lip and nose so the teacher came and the kid who punched me called me a f****ing b****y weako c**t. In front of the teacher.

One time, Karen put her own hair in her half-eaten plate of food and then threw a royal fit, demanding that her meal be comped and that she speak to the manager. I went into the back of the restaurant, pulled out the orange hair with 3 inches of regrowth and asked the Mexican guys in the kitchen “HEY, DID ANY OF YOU BRING A WIG TO WORK TODAY?” They told me to f**k off. Went back out, told Karen that nobody on staff has red hair with blonde roots (while staring directly at her disastrous dye-job) but the manager said we would be HAPPY to buy desert for the whole table to make up for this strange phenomenon. The 4 other people at the table were clearly mortified and declined desert. She ordered cheesecake and they all sat there and glared at her while she devoured it. [Friggin] Karen.

It's been long enough that I think anyone involved has long since forgotten. Now, I should say that this didn't happen to me personally, but it occurred in real time while I was (indirectly) present. I was working for A Phone Company in a call center. We were in training for a new scope of service, and part of that training involved listening to some of those calls that 'may be recorded for training purposes'. Normally, the recordings are selected semi-randomly, but this one was specifically selected because it had happened to a supervisor in our center ten minutes prior. Karen called us in a fury. It seems that she had discovered that her son had replaced her number on his 'five favorite numbers' list with the contact information of an unknown female. She wanted us to change it back. We legally could not do that. It's not her phone, after all, and he made the change intentionally. When the agent on the call tells her this, Karen flips her [crap] in the way only a true 'Karen' can. It's the full package: screaming, shouting, accusing us of being crooked, unfair, 'the customer is always right', etc, etc. At this point, I should mention that Karen was calling from the store in her local mall. After about five minutes of Karen Rage, we hear the following exchange: *Serious 'Authority Voice'* 'Ma'am, if you can't calm down, you're gonna have to leave the store.' *Mostly incoherant K-Raging* (sounds like 'I will not calm down!', 'they're cheating me', and so forth). *SAV* Okay -- ma'am? -- you're under arrest.' *Shocked, disbelieving pause in K-Raging* 'I'm what?' *SAV* 'You're under arrest, ma'am, for [something muffled and unintelligible]. This final declaration is followed by the sound of a mobile phone clattering to the floor/countertop, from where the sales person retrieves it: 'Uh...yeah, sorry about that. I don't think you have to worry about this any more, she just got arrested.'

I met plenty of Karens while working retail but there's one who stands out. Karen was Indian and had the most entitled attitude of anyone I've ever met. She was also a regular customer so we had to deal with her [crap] at least twice a week. Karen's favourite pastime would be to literally fill a trolley with clearance items. These are a nightmare as you have to reduce the price on the till manually. Management were worried about scanning fraud and so had disabled the multiplication button on the till. This meant that each item has to be scanned and discounted individually. Once all of her items had been scanned and discounted, Karen would always kick up a fuss over the price, accusing us of overcharging her and demanding to see a manager. Some managers would give in to Karen, which meant voiding the transaction and starting over. If they told Karen to get lost, she'd complain about "never shopping here again" and storm out, leaving a full trolley of goods to put back. Thanks b****. Either way, the entire [crap]show would take at least an hour. There was a nice moment of karma for Karen however. One winter, we had an especially heavy snow storm. Our policy in this case is to clear the car park access to the spaces closest to the door. We do this as very few people come out when it's snowing and it lets people park as close as possible. Not Karen though. Oh no. She pulls into the car park, drives into the uncleared section and tries to drive through a snow drift, hitting a covered bollard in the process. She then clomps into the store, demands to see the manager and proceeds to yell at him point blank. Apparently she was going to sue us and get every employee fired for "not clearing her usual parking space of snow". Our manager responded by banning her from our store for being abusive towards staff.