46 People Who Had The Misfortune Of Crossing Paths With Entitled Karens

An older-sounding woman complained to me that the color of our cars is scary and we should change it because it causes her anxiety.

We ran a street food place (a food truck with a small seating area of four tables), and one mother decided to change her kid's diaper right there on the middle of a dining table. We told her maybe she shouldn't do that there, because other people were eating, and she went ballistic, calling us every name in the book. She and her friend spent at least 20 minutes cursing us out before we finally managed to get them to leave.

Latest incident: An old lady comes into the pharmacy with receipts to show that she paid 300 Ft once for a medicine, but 850 Ft twice, and wants us to give her the money back because we deliberately overcharged her, as she's entitled to a discount. Obviously, I can see on the receipt that the more expensive one is the regular price, and the other one has an increased subsidy. I tell her that if the doctor didn't prescribe the medicine that way, I can't give her a discount. (Luckily, our Karen is also as deaf as a post, so the whole pharmacy and the other patients could listen to her confusion.) But she insists that we give her the discount, give her the medicine for free, call the boss, etc., she just kept going on. After 5 minutes of confusion, she was willing to give me her and her husband's social security cards so I could check what the problem was. It turned out that they both take the medicine, but only her husband has a specialist's recommendation for it, so it's prescribed for him at a discount, but the old lady doesn't, so it cost her more.

I worked as a cashier in university. A woman came with a package of coffee, I scanned it, and told her the price. She said it couldn't be that much because it was on sale. I said that's what the machine showed, so I called the head cashier, who confirmed the price. The woman didn't believe it, and started giving me a hard time, saying I should know about the sales and prices, that I was doing a bad job, etc. Finally, she went to the head cashier, they gave her some money back, and she came back to me and said she was right. At the end of my shift, I asked what happened with her, and they said they didn't want to listen to her complaining, so they gave her a 10% discount. That was probably less than 300 ft in total, to be honest.

Oh, and she was one of those well-dressed, elegant 50-something women who looked like she'd just come from the hairdresser.

I worked at Michael Kors and a Karen tried to return a watch (that had been sized which makes it final sale) two YEARS after purchase date. She could not handle a "no" and freaked out...continued to freak out and yelled at everyone in the store....employees and other customers lol and at some point called me stupid. I told her she had crossed a line and is no longer welcome in our store and I called mall security and they gladly escorted her out.

I was finishing up a grocery order in my lane and my bagger and I were completing our conversation with that customer. I said one more thing to the kid bagging groceries and turned to help the next customer.

Did the greeting, rewards card, everything. When she went to address me or answer questions, she kept looking away from me and acting strange. I didn't think anything of it. When I rang up her total, she ERUPTED at me about how rude I was for not acknowledging her (but I did). And I had no idea how that could make somebody feel (but I do know). Finally, she had spent the entire day at the hospital with somebody and I should be ashamed of myself. Half way through her rant, I placed my hands on top of my very pregnant stomach and let my eyes glaze over: this was a part-time job I did on evenings and weekends after teaching full-time at a nearby middle school. I was 8 months pregnant.

She finally stomped off and then the girl behind her was so sweet. "Wow, she was really rude. I'm sorry that happened to you."

That crone came in a few times after that, but always used a different cashier. I stared her down every damn time.

I was working in a call center for a health related company. Received a call from a woman complaining that she didn't receive her test results, which she paid to be delivered at home. I checked to see if everything was in order with her delivery and found that the company would not deliver in time for some reason or other. She starts screaming at the phone, saying she won't accept something like this, says she's a lawyer and that she'll sue the company and make me lose my job. Because she needed her test results so badly I eve presented a different solution to her problem, which she immediately denied. I told her that if she didn't want to get her test results through the internet she would have to wait for the delivery to me made with a delay. She didn't accept any help I wanted to give her and just kept on screaming until the end of the call.

I quit that job a few days later and I'll never work with customer service again.

I worked at a Subway in England.

There was this woman who came in every few months with a bunch of kids, saying they ate rotten meatballs at our place and the whole family ended up in the hospital, so they wanted free meatballs 🤣🤣🤣 I loved it.

When we didn't give them free food for the umpteenth time, they went to the other Subway nearby. The problem was, we were in contact every day, the boss was the same, and by the time they got there, the other team already knew the story.

I saw a news station on FB that posted about Mattel putting out Barbie with type 1 diabetes, and there were actually people upset about it in the comments.

They were claiming that they were "taking it too far," "just because you can doesn't mean you should," "time for hooker Barbie," "silly," and so on.

Not all the comments were bad. Many of them were positive, and some came from parents of diabetic kids and even diabetic people themselves.

Work at an auto/tire shop. Lady comes in the other day for a flat repair. Tech pulls car in, notices she has a wheel lock which we'll need a special "key" for. Some people keep them in the glovebox, but a lot of them are in with the spare. Key wasn't in glovebox so tech starts looking in the trunk where the spare is. Lady sees this through the window and comes up quickly to my counter demanding to know why my tech is looking through her trunk. I explain the key. She tells me that she's had tire rotations done before and no one ever asked her for a key. I explain that they probably just grabbed it and got it done just like he's doing, but tell her if it makes her feel better I'll go check myself. Note that she and I are both white. The tech in question is Hispanic. I go out to the bay and my tech immediately knows what's up as he saw her staring him down through the window. He fixes it while she watches him suspiciously the whole time, we give her the keys and she leaves. Next day she comes back with another flat and she had to wait longer because the same tech was there and he refused to touch the vehicle (and I don't blame him) so she had to wait for the other tech to finish the vehicle he'd been working on when she came in.

Was at the park with my daughter(she was 3 at the time). Her and a couple other kids started to play together. Then she attempted to use the monkey bars(she’s a very adventurous child). About mid way through, she fell. I didn’t do anything because she’s fallen before and I want her to learn to get back up on her own and not be scared to try again. Anyway, one of the boys was about to get on the monkey bars too, until I heard a woman run toward him screaming to stop. She picked him up and looked at my daughter. Told her it wasn’t “smart” of her to go on the monkey bars if she wasn’t fully ready because then others might get that same idea. That’s when I got up and went to my daughter’s defense. Sternly told the woman to not speak to her that way and it’s no fault of hers that she wasn’t scared to try something new. She took her kid and left.

There was a man who kept calling me by mistake. In fact, once he announced that he could see me through the window from the bush and was watching me. I congratulated him, especially since I was sleeping on the 9th floor.

My friend and I went to a chocolate factory in a small town years ago and found chocolate breasts for breast cancer awareness. They were awesome. I finally had the chance to go back there yesterday and was gutted they didn't have any. I asked the woman at the register why they got rid of them, and as I suspected a bunch of Karens complained, even when it was explained they're for breast cancer awareness. It got to the point they had to stop selling them because the complaints were so extreme

So I’m currently in the hospital for some heart issues. There’s this very good looking nurse that I can hear bullying the other nurses out in the hall. Mainly the ones that don’t fit that “perfect figure” look.

Anyways back to me. Every time she had to come take my vitals, adjust my leads or touch me in any way, I can see in her eyes that she is just disgusted.

Guess who had to give me a sponge bath this morning? Bwhahahahaha

I hate bullies.

I used to work in a clothing store, the kind where you have to schmooze the customers, tell them how good something looks on them, suggest what would look better, offer this and that, take everything off for them, hold their clothes while they get dressed... I helped a woman for 30 minutes, and I'd only been working there for a day or two, so I was fumbling at the cash register, having trouble activating the discount. In the end, the woman freaked out, saying she didn't have time or patience for this, and wanted to leave. I guess she had time for the half-hour of browsing...

I used to work at a movie theater where you could call a server to take your order from your seat. I was working the box office on New Years and we were a little busy to say the least. I get through the rush of people only for one of the couples to come back and inform me that some people were in their seats. I called a manager to sort the issue out and didn't think anything else of it. Until Karen marched out of the theater with her son and his friend trailing behind and demanded to buy tickets.

What had happened was instead of waiting in line like everyone else she thought she could bypass everyone and order her tickets from her seat. That's not how we do things here. My manager calmly walked into the booth and stood behind me. Manager tells me to refuse service to Karen for her yelling at me and Karen was not having it!

Karen begins throwing what I can only describe as a tantrum infant of everyone including her son and his friend and was asked to leave. It got to the point where I had to call the police, although she bolted as soon as they were called. I have so many stories from that job.

An elderly lady came, I was scanning the products, but the bag ripped with the potatoes. I put them on the scale without the bag, weighed them, then put them in a double bag, thinking I'd be nice. Then she started yelling at me, saying I was robbing her because I weighed more than what it was and that I must have pressed the scale. I put the potatoes on again, and the second time it showed even more (the weight of 2 bags + a few grams). She threw the paper money at me and left

When I worked at a bakery, Karen bought a chocolate cupcake and ate half of it. Karen then asked if she could return her half-eaten chocolate cupcake...not because she didn't like it, but because she wanted to exchange it for half of a vanilla cupcake, "something less decadent."

Like most bakeries, we did not sell cupcakes "by the half." She became offended when I asked if she wanted to purchase a vanilla cupcake.

I worked at Kisboltban, a nice customer called my boss to say I put a bad peach in the bag with the others.

I was driving my car in a huge open parking lot for half a minute when our hero came over and started banging on my window.

Saying I should turn off the engine, that it's carcinogenic, poisonous, his family will get lung disease from me. Okay, I let it go, didn't pay attention to it, and drove off. But!

He walked back to a car that was exactly the same brand, a 1.4 diesel, just about 2-3 years newer than mine. It was running, and his wife was standing behind the car. In the "carcinogenic smoke"....