My sister’s named Karen. She’s 73 but still a Karen. Recently she took a tour of Egypt. One of the side trips was a ride on the Nile on a recreated sail boat that looked and felt like the real thing from thousands of years ago. There were forty or so tourists onboard.
Being Karen, she claims she wrestled control of the boat away from the pros and claims and sailed the Nile herself for ten minutes.
I wouldn’t ordinarily believe a story like this but as the former commodore (big kahuna) of her sailing club in Detroit I can see it happening.
Because Karen.