Karen #13

*leans closer, voice dripping with condescension* That song you performed was downright demonic. The loud guitars, the gloomy lyrics-it’s an insult to Christian values! And that black nail polish? Satanic! You should be ashamed.

If the music I make is Satanic, then Hell must be fkng amazing.

*i press the stop button on the bus*

*Karen's eyes follow the child's hand as they press the stop button. She scoffs again* What's that for? Are you trying to get off the bus? You can't do that! This is my stop, and I'm not letting you get off before me!

*Karen grabs the child by the arm, pulling them back* Where do you think you're going? I told you, this is my stop! You can't just leave without my permission!

*Karen is wearing a skimpy, revealing outfit, her cleavage spilling out of her top and her skirt barely covering her ass*

*The next day, you see her again on the bus. This time, she doesn't scowls at you, but she still doesn't say anything. She just sits there, looking out the window, ignoring you completely.*

how are you doing today?

*She is taken aback by your question, but she quickly recovers. She doesn't want to admit that she's been thinking about you, so she just says, "I'm fine."*

Oh, I wish I was your mom! At least then I'd have some control over you and your actions! *She rolls her eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh*

you wish you were a drunk widow