"I want that useless employee FIRED!!!" "But he doesn't work here." "I want him FIRED!!!" "I'm sorry, ma'am; we have no protocol for firing a customer."
I've always liked the stories where- Karen's kick an iron plate that will screw with them for shits @ giggles. Also oddly enough I'm surprised you don't see to many stories where someone snaps violently at them. Usually these stories have two trends... The Karen targets someone who's vulnerable in some way- and it ends with police... Or they manage to land the one person in the store who's got no fucks to give- and they run her around in circles. Occasionally they'll land someone that will respond loudly. I've never seen one get clocked yet- despite how much they might have earned a good shiner.
@@laughingman2082 u never hear about the violent snaps bc it flips the script. My one and only karen encounter was at a beach. She threw sand at a toddler and got pushed into the sand and a shit ton of water dumped on her. She played victim (which yeah at that point she was) and everyone else got arrested.
@@KC8EWU because it reinforces negative behavior. there are some people who make a ruckus specifically to get placated like that edit: i misunderstood. sorry.
Story 2: Please don't give coupons to people who act like this. It only teaches them that they get rewarded for their hatred, dishonesty, and drama-seeking behaviour. Why would we want to encourage that? Just call the police and get them escorted off.
Yeah, it’s infuriating to see Karens getting their own way, which indeed feeds their bad behaviour and makes them worse next time. But I think I do understand the mindset of managers and staff when faced with loud howling stress inducing entitled customers like that. Imagine if you will, being a manager or customer service staff in a store belonging to a large company similar to Walmart. You’re several hours into your shift. You’re constantly working, constantly busy, you’re tired and I n the back of your mind you know you’re underpaid for the amount of work and stress that you’re under. And then you’re called up front onto the shop floor to deal with a wild Karen. She’s loud, entitled, obnoxious and has already berated and stressed out one of your staff over something that in all likelihood that s/he has either no control over or is simply carrying out the legal or policy requirements. If it’s a legal issue such as a teenager or very young adult is trying to buy alcohol and the checkout operator has rightfully asked for ID to which the customer has none and is throwing a tantrum over it, then that’s that you have to back your staff. But if the customer is bitching over store policy that doesn’t actually have a law behind it then at this point you just stop caring. You know the customer is either wrong or she doesn’t meet the policy requirements for any kind of refund, freebie or coupon but you just don’t care anymore. You just want her out of your face and out of the store as fast as possible. The stress of this confrontation just isn’t worth fighting over for a soulless mega corporation. You know you won’t get in trouble for this since as a manager you’re authorised to make decisions like this. So you surrender. You give her what she wants, she finally shuts the f**k up and leaves the store quickly and the stressful confrontation is over. What a relief. So yeah I’m pretty sure most of the managers who surrender likely knows that they’re rewarding bad behaviour that really shouldn’t be tolerated but they just don’t care. It gets the Karen quieted and gets her to leave. The manager probably knows she’ll be worse next time. But next time it’s very very unlikely that this particular manager will be the one dealing with her next time, so they don’t care. Next time she’s someone else’s problem. It’s not a good thing to do or work with, but it’s a very human one.
How to BECOME a Karen, in 3 easy steps! *(1:)* Have things not go right that day. *(2:)* Get angry enough to not think clearly, therefore, you're too blind mentally to realize someone putting something on a shelf is not automatically an employee. *(3:)* Act ridiculous in public and -talk- rage at someone who's not in employee clothes.
Please can we have an entire video of wholesome stories? Those last two were lovely and made up for all the crappiness people in the other stories had to endure because of crappy Karens (especially the poor lady on chemo. Cancer is a horrible disease and my brother and I lost our parents 18 months apart to it. I went to most of my Mum's appointments with her and took her shopping between her radiotherapy sessions to get her out of the house for a bit so I can relate to that lady feeling sick. I hope her treatment is going really well, she's soon in remission and she doesn't have to come into contact with that vile creature ever again).
I'm so sorry you have had to deal with that. I hope you're doing ok. I think Dark Fluff has heard you and I agree. There should be one of all nice stories. There are too many Karens. All wholesome stories would be so nice. 🙂
Story 3: Even if OP was an employee, Karen expecting OP to just hand over stuff is already bad, especially if we consider the pandemic and stuff. Add that she actually damaged some of OP's property, and you'd have to wonder what fantasy she lives in.
Also, if I were police, I would have made her take a breathalyzer. Imagine her embarrassment if the cops said, "Ma'am, you are either on drugs or drunk to think this person is an employee in that outfit. Now, blow."
Yeah this Karen is either on drugs, drunk, or is in real need of an optometrist and badly at that if she thinks someone dressed as OP works at that store.
I had a similar situation in a small town I lived in years ago. My wife asked me to drop off a package at a local package store. In the same parking lot was a convenience store but it was closed. An elderly black man was there, he said he didn’t have a car, he had walked there to get food and he was diabetic. I told him to get in my truck and I would take him where he needed to go. When he got in the owner of the package store glared at me like I had just fornicated in public. The elderly man smiled and told me he didn’t think I would pick him up because he noticed the Magen David (Star of David) on my neck. I told him I was retired Law Enforcement and I can size someone up pretty quick and if I thought he was dangerous, he wouldn’t be in my truck. He told me he was a retired preacher and he lived with his ungrateful children who would not help him and took his money, but God would take care of that. Then he laughed and said, who could imagine in that town a Jew and black man in the same vehicle. I dropped him off at the gas station where they had, breakfast, and gave him a 20.00 to eat. I never saw him again.
im actually calling that story fake, the way she described herself dressed in no way even looks close to any stores uniform policy, so either the karen was either so entitled that she was blind to what people look like due to her entitled attitude, or so stupid she thinks anyone aside herself is an employee there. Then the manager for what ever reason gave her an extra 80 bucks and the store was fine with it?
@@MyAramil OP is a frequent customer at that super. I'd understand if they gave her $80, it's better that than losing a loyal customer. Also there are some Karens that are that dumb. But no matter how we dispute, it's no worth arguing whether the story happened. If it did, good on OP for getting compensated for her troubles and screw Karen for being a bag of stupid. If it didn't, just move on.
"Your son touched me! Aren't you going to punish him?!?" 'My son touched _you_ ?!? Well, seeing as it's you, I think the punishment _was_ the crime...'
Unfortunately people like Jerry are a dying breed, literally. If you know a Jerry, get as many stories as you can from him to carry on the experiences and wisdom.
The I Don't Work Here Lady stories are my favorite segments, but it has been so nice to hear the more positive outcomes like the "cab ride". That was the nicest thing ever and it warmed my heart.
I miss the pro revenge stories it was actually how I found this channel. Nothing like listening to sweet revenge while grinding in 90+ degree weather. Made the work go by so fast.
I drive a 1 ton van that has a lot of seats, and I will offer rides to people in inclement weather, just because growing up I had to walk everywhere almost all of the time.
If I were the kid in story one, the Karen would be dead. She’s not approaching my mama, at our home, telling lies, and yelling; especially because if that were me, I’d have come home sobbing and told my mom everything. I’m an adult now and could still count on my mom to be there for me if I’m upset or in danger.
Exactly, you never know who you could be touching. I've never had to use my martial arts in self-defense and hope to never have to. If someone was to act like that Karen did in the third story, it'd be hard to control my temper. Karen might wind up being able to see the soles of her shoes.
Story 3: That Karen really couldn't take the hint that OP didn't work there, despite all the obvious flags that OP wasn't a worker Karen was so entitled and stupid it eventually led to her demise. Landing her in prison. Now if that Karen would have listened to all the words OP said and hadn't stalked them, she would have left with no issue but she had to be THOSE people and led herself into her most embarrassing moment in life. Seriously, how do these people live like that?
I used too work for a former Sears (not just closed but demolished as part of new mall wing and major renovation of mall) and had a few Karen types including a male one. One I did not deal with was a lady who kept complaining orders took too long too bring out. Not accepting the fact guys with scanners needed too be notified first by the system, walk too the bins and walk up too pick up area. Also we did not just stand at the doors as in the back we had multiple projects going on daily along with pulling orders from stock. That is not counting days when main stock was delivered and other trucks that made stops along with UPS. Another was a male one who got very foul mouthed due too a problem with a lawn tractor. Lawn and Garden manager shut him right down as was not our fault for his issues.
I'm a cashier in a grocery store. I met what I would consider my first real Karen in the wild. Like I've seen some Karen behavior but this lady was the real deal. This was the long blonde hair in a ponytail and sunglasses Karen, with the bright pink "GOT HORSE?" T-shirt. She interrupted a transaction with another customer to stick her store gas card in my face and demand his points because the number he was giving me wasn't in our system and I was trying to offer to try another number if he had a spare phone, "maybe a wife's phone? Husband? House phone? I'm willing to try any number you can think of if there's a possibility it might be under another number, sir." "Nope, not today," says the Horse Karen as she continues waving her card in my face and I just looked at the man and asked if he was alright with that. He definitely just wanted to get out of there, so I ran her card, handed it back, finished his transaction and wished him a wonderful day, cause my own personal script and all that. I take Horse Karen's card again, scan it, hand it back, go straight into ringing up her items and bagging them up for her, and she asks me how my day is going. Me, oblivious of what's about to come and thinking she's just making conversation, start to say: "It's been a bit of a mixed back today but-" (so far so good, I would have said... if this onslaught of *WTF* came pouring out of this psychopath's mouth) "Not my fault! You know what! If you can't handle working in customer service then maybe you shouldn't! Why don't you quit and go work at Walmart where *lazy B-tch-s like you belong!* " I just stared at her for a moment, glanced at the 8 people standing in line behind her, looked around at the 50 people trying to make their ways through the checkout and the 7 other cash registers. 2 cash registers were out of commission 2 have broken belts. 2 Cashiers were off the line for lunch breaks 3 Cashiers were off the line trying to help our 3 floor staff stock shelves since we'd just gotten one of our weekly shipments in. This left 2 cashiers trying to get 50 people with overflowing carts through the line, and I've got this woman shouting at me over my counter because I... made the mistake of asking for permission before giving her something that honestly belonged to someone else. This apparently made me a rude, useless, lazy, *b-tch* because... ya know... Karen mindset. I finished the transaction, handed her the receipt, wished her a wonderful day and was on the verge of tears when the little old lady that was waiting behind her stepped up, reached over the counter, patted my hand and said: "Ignore her, honey. She's just having a bad day. Don't let her take that lovely smile away." "I can't help it. I already know what's about to happen because this is the 4th time she's done this. My manager is gonna be here in 5 minutes, watch." Manager comes by, tells me about the call and I just looked at the old lady and the 4 other customers I'd gotten through in that time, because they all stuck around to vouche for me. They were standing in line behind her and "Get me outta this situation" guy. She told my manager that I'd cursed at her and the man in front of her and been downright rude to both of them *shriekhissreeeeeee!!!* The usual. The customers that stood there and told my manager how that woman treated me are the reason why I stay at this job. And Mike. Mike is an awesome manager. Honestly, most of my mangers are pretty awesome. But yeah, I stay for the customers that brighten my day and balance out the negative Nancy's and Krabby Karens out there. By the way, the old lady? She's a regular... her name is Karen.
"this is a lemonade stand not a Walmart" that behavior isn't even ok at Walmart. I feel these people should be shunned and hated instead of rewarded with free things for throwing fits and scaring employees
As far as the third story goes. it's actually kind of sad that she has to spend her personal money on supporting her students, because, y'know, that's what a government is for. Teachers are already underpaid and overworked and unappreciated, having to spend their own money on food and supplies for their students is simply not something they should have to do.
I had this motherly English teacher in school. She would bring some sweets for everyone everytime we had a test. "to get the brain working" god bless her
Because these people know they can cry wolf and most people will just take their word for it. That's why people need to be sure before they point blame, that can literally change a entire life.
It's mostly a power fetish thing. In my 10 years of experience it's usually either middle aged, unfulfilled people trying to have some semblance of power, their hellspawn, or people who think they're high class because they act snitty regardless of their actual status
Karen: you are a lemonade stand are you not? If it were me: no ma'am, I'm clearly human, this here *points to table* is a lemonade stand, it's even got one of those fancy signs on it to help with confusion....are...are you a lemonade stand disguised as a human?
Story 1: OP should have told his mom...then when the Karen showed up point at her & scream out "That's the woman that grabbed me!" Police & prosecution would be the next steps. Story 2: Karen was probably just projecting what she thinks about herself...coming back & vandalizing the store property culminating in her arrest just proves she needs to be in jail. Story 3: I truly hope OP is doing well and I am so sorry for her & husband's loss. I also hope that OP posts any future events concerning this Karen's trial. Story 4: Awesome story! And I love caramels too :) Story 5: Wow...got me cutting onions!
The teacher in story two was correct to charge the 'Karen'. Sometimes people can only be caused to receive the psychiatric treatment they so desperately need, when it is ordered by the Courts. It is not an unkindness, and may in fact save 'Karen' from harm, should she behave similarly with someone with worse problems than her (likely) narcissistic sociopathy. Should 'Karen' have treated a psychopathic person similarly to the manner in which she disdained the teacher, it is conceivable that she might well come to serious harm. Well done teacher; I hope you have beaten your cancer and are recovered fully. Your altruism did not go unnoticed, God Bless you.
Is it serious harm if you stop her from harming others? Or is it for the greater good of humanity? Sadly, we may never know. Meanwhile, that is teacher of the year material right there.
Crazy thing is I know the store! It's a chain called Miejer which is based here in Michigan, USA. Thrift Acres was part of the original name before it was shortened in the 80's
I sat next to an elderly lady on the bus. I overheard her say she was 96 years old! I saw she had kept herself nice and she got around well. But, then, it occurred to me that she may have outlived many of her friends and loved ones. I complimented her on how young she looked, as she didn't look 96. Then, I mentioned that she must have lost a lot of peers and loved ones. She looked at me, with eyes that were weary from what I am sure was what decades of heartbreak looked like, she was a Black lady, and replied, "You have no idea. I've seen the death of all of my children and (I don't remember how many) grandchildren. All of my friends are gone." She added something about a lot of funerals. We never know what it is like to walk in another person's shoes, eh?
Getting into a conversation with a man in his 80’s like that will be one of the best experiences you can have. They have seen it all. Have amazing stories. And all they want is someone to listen and be kind. I would rather spend a day doing that then listening to the insufferable brats and Karen’s these days.
That story about Jerry nearly brought me to tears. Such an old man is still so happy and upbeat even after all hes probably been through. Life beats down so many people until they become angry and inhospitable. We should all be more like Jerry.
A good way to get back at a Karen is to take any reports they make serious, they'll get found out somewhere down the line and, if the investigation has really gotten in depth, the consequences will be VERY severe!
In two of the stories they got their just desserts by being arrested. The one for vandalism and other for arrested for running her mouth. When the judge sees the video evidence on both it could easily lead too prison time if not long jail sentence and need too be all they can be sent for with no early release. 3rd story which is a Michigan based store the Karen could easilly be banned from all locations.
I can't believe poor OP who had just has chemo was so patient with a Karen stalking her around the store. I probably would have freaked out when I realized someone was following me. I'm glad OP finally agreed to press charges. People like that need to be stopped!
The last story reminds me so much of this account of a cab ride driven by sometimes author and blogger Kent Nerburn. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me laugh, and made me weep. And none of those lives touched me more than that of a woman I picked up late on a warm August night. I was responding to a call from a small brick building in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover or someone going off to an early shift at some factory in the industrial part of town. When I arrived at the address, the building was dark except for a single light in a ground-floor window. Under these circumstances many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a short minute, and then drive away. Too many bad possibilities awaited a driver who went up to a darkened building at two-thirty in the morning. But I had seen too many people trapped in a live of poverty who depended on the cab as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door to try to find the passenger. It might, I reasoned, be someone who needed my assistance. Would I not want a driver to do the same if my mother or father had called for a cab? So I walked to the door and knocked. “Just a minute”, answered a frail and elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman, somewhere in her eighties, stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like you might see in a costume shop or a Goodwill store or in a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The sound had been her dragging it across the floor. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knick knacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. “Would you carry my bag out to the car?” she said. “I’d like a few moments alone. Then, if you could come back and help me? I’m not very strong.” I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm, and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. “It’s nothing”, I told her. “I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated”. “Oh, you’re such a good boy”, she said. Her praise and appreciation were almost embarrassing. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, “Could you drive through downtown?” “It’s not the shortest way,” I answered. “Oh, I don’t mind,” she said. “I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice”. I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. “I don’t have any family left,” she continued. “The doctor said I should go there. He says I don’t have very long.” I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. “What route would you like me to go?” I asked. For the next two hours we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they had first been married. She made me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she would have me slow down in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, “I’m tired. Let’s go now.” We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a tar driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. Without waiting for me, they opened the door and began assisting the woman. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her: perhaps she had phone them right before we left. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase up to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. “How much do I owe you?” she asked, reaching into her purse. “Nothing,” I said. “You have to make a living,” she answered. “There are other passengers,” I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent over and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. “You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,” she said. “Thank you.” There was nothing more to say. I squeezed her hand once, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me I could hear the door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I did not pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the remainder of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten a driver who had been angry or abusive or impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run or had honked once, then driven away? What if I had been in a foul mood and had refused to engage the woman in conversation? How many other moments like that had I missed or failed to grasp? We are so conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unawares. When that woman hugged me and said that I had brought her a moment of joy, it was possible to believe that I had been placed on earth for the sole purpose of providing her with that last ride. I do not think that I have done anything in my life that was any more important.
Being away from the comfort of your home whilst on chemo can be unpleasant, especially if your body decides that you've got mere seconds to find somewhere or something to throw up in; many a time I've just dumped my shopping and had to run out to the nearest bush however the staff were always brilliant......I'm just lucky I never had a Karen following me, other than my sister who is a Paramedic named Karen 🤣
Story 5: I was fired as a waiter. Yes, I was a horrible waiter. One customer from the officer's club followed me to the Library where I was actually good at the job and tried to get me fired from there as well. My reaction was "Really? You want me to have no job at all just because I spilled soup on your tie?" As to that incident, I had to wrap my wrist for a couple of weeks because I sprained it while serving his food.
I am tired of karens. Stores who cater to the entitled people should realize that they cost them more money every day. And for all the ones who put their hands on others I hope they get punched out
I've listened to this one a few times and today I almost cried at that last story. That old gentleman was amazing. People like him are so hard to find these days.
I love Jerry, old people are always so sweet, it makes their day when a young person takes interest in them. I will never cease to recommend having a conversation with someone elderly, as they have some crazy stories to tell of their long lives, and it will just make their day having a young person show genuine interest in what they have to share
It‘s weird that so many Karens expect the employees to walk with the customer to the item they are looking for in these stories. At least where I live it‘s completely normal, that the employees just explain where something is when asked and only if you ask them if they could show it to you, they‘ll do that (at least in a big stores it‘s most of the time like that). I‘d never expect an employee to actually walk with me to a certain Item, if I didn‘t especially ask them to do that.
My hubby works at a big blue box hardware store. He, and other employees, are expected to walk a customer to a department if the customer asks "where can I find (insert item here)?" It is a customer service practice. Plus, it's designed to keep the customer happy s/he found the item without wandering the aisles, getting frustrated & angry, and leaving the store never to return.
I feel disheartened that we, as a community sick of Karens, haven't had a story where someone decides to throw their crappy attitude back in their faces by treating them like children. Seriously, they don't know basic manners, so why don't we go "What's the magic word, Karen?" and really wind them up?
Chemo therapy can really knock you on your butt. Was fine for the first couple of treatments, but after that they made me so sick I could not do anything but puke or sleep.
story 3 the teacher is so sweet I actually cried when she said she feeds her homeless student all this whilst paying for chemo treatment. such a beautiful person
Story 2: See if someone touched my headphones, I'd find that enough to beat the shit out of her and claim self defense. She touched me. :) Idk why people think putting hands on others is okay.
I was having a rough morning, and hearing the Jerry story made me tear up when he said that was 13 years ago. RIP Jerry I hope you like it heaven you... blessed man.
That last story made me cry. I just lost my wonderful father, who was a very nice man and could have been either person in the story. Not to mention I learned to drive in an '83 Pulsar, taught by my second dad who was also very kind and passed several years ago.
The last story reminded me of a train trip I took back in '85. I met a lovely Japanese male tourist who gave me 1 yen & a card. We spoke for a couple of hours about his travels. I still have that card & yen. Such a happy memory.
As an ex retail manager, I have never understood any other manager putting up with a Karens behaviour. That was one thing that was not in my playbook. I hate bullies, and despise Karens.
The last story... having someone randomly enter my vehicle is what I don't like... I'm glad I have doors that lock when I'm not in park. It was awesome on how OP turned it into a good item and went above and beyond to give the older man a good start to the day.
I truly wish that in the lemonade story the mom had caked the police for the woman assisting him (by grabbing him and pulling him). This type of behavior needs to have consequences, otherwise these “Karen’s” will get more and more bold because they are never corrected in their entitled, delusional, abusive behavior.
I remember hearing that last story on another channel. Made me smile hearing it again. Such a sweet old man indeed 😊 His remarks on it being “a beautiful day for a train ride” reminded me of the the theme for Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood lol 😁
I get annoyed when people don't press charges. Karen's will never learn, at least get it on record that they harass, assault people. Then when they do something worse, just because it didn't happen to you doesnt mean it won't happen to the next innocent person, hopefully they'll get a harsher punishment.
