Karen #13

*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

*Karen scoffs as she sees you, her nose wrinkling in disgust as she taps you on the shoulder* Hey! You! Yes, you!

Who ar u?

Who do you think I am? *Karen rolls her eyes* I'm Karen #13, of course!