"I Can't Eyeroll Hard Enough": 35 People Share Rage-Inducing Stories About Their 'Karen' Family Members

My dad once got into a screaming match with someone because of the express check in lane at an airport, he couldn’t use it but insisted he could. He then started screaming at me because I told him I don’t think he can use it.

Mom was always finding coupons for restaurants and that decided where we'd eat. My family was not poor btw. One day I was like 15 and just me and her had lunch at a tex mex place with a coupon for bogo or whatever. Total bill ended up being like $11. Mom tipped $1. Server ran out to the parking lot and handed it back saying "you must need this more than me"

My parents went with me to the UK when I started boarding school, and my mom reserved our seats on the train. Gal was sat at the table, we said hey those are reserved, she apologized and moved across to sit with her family.

My mother then pulls out the tickets and starts screaming at this family about how we reserved the seats. My dad and I tell her to sit down and shut up and it takes some arguing because she turned on us next.

She then screamed at us during dinner (in the hotel restaurant with other people around) for not having her back.

Yeah, I was eager for them to leave when I moved into my dorm

Christmas Eve, I just got my license and was sent out to go get Jack in the Box because no one wanted to cook. I was given cash. The order came out to $75 dollars, the young woman, clearly training and overwhelmed, asked to see my ID before finding out how I was paying. Card purchases over $25 are to be verified with ID ownership of the card because of a rampant thievery issue here.

I get my food apologize about adding to the issue of a horridly long line, and go home and ask my dad

"Hey, why would they need to see my ID for a cash purchase?"

And my dad loses his s**t, how dare the minimum wage worker ask to see my ID, it has my ADDRESS on it! What if she comes to our house and kidnaps me? By god this is the worst crime!

So, he puts me in the car, drives me down to Jack in the box, and starts throwing a s**t fit while I simply stand there. I haven't eaten my food I'm hungry it's way late. I am too tired for this s**t.

The *general manager* not just the shift manager but the general manager of the store is gotten on the phone, gives my dad her personal number and says to give her a call so they can sort this out.

He is given two free meals... And he sends *me* to go get them the next day.

God I felt nasty. I haven't been able to show my face at Jack in the box since.

We were having a family dinner where we just decided to order in Chinese food. With around 15 people eating, it was quite a large order. One of the things we ordered were honey garlic chicken balls, which we got 2 orders of. This restaurant delivers these as an order of breaded chicken balls and a side of honey garlic sauce. My dad went to pick up the food, brought it back home, and we unpacked everything, and we saw that we got two orders of the breaded chicken balls, but only one order of the honey garlic sauce.

Now, I get it, this is mildly annoying, but hey, it happens and we still have tons and tons of food, plus a single order of sauce is likely enough for two orders of chicken anyways. My mom was essentially sent into a bloodlust because of this. She was very annoyed we didn’t get the second sauce, and while people were starting to sit down and help themselves to the food, she got on the phone with the restaurant. While I’m sure the restaurant staff was apologizing, she kept insisting that this was b******t and that she expects to get everything she paid for, and that the restaurant had to rectify this. She argued back and forth (while everyone else ate), but eventually got the restaurant to send a delivery driver with just the order or sauce. She of course sat down to eat after this, and just about everyone was already done. Of course by the time the sauce got there, everyone had finished eating, and it wasn’t really missed. She felt so proud of herself getting the restaurant to go to ridiculous lengths over such a trivial thing.

My mom is usually pretty level headed, but when it comes to slight mixups like this on food orders, she needs to go to irrational lengths to make sure she feels complete.

*My* name is Karen, and my mom freaks out whenever someone uses Karen as an insult because "I NAMED MY DAUGHTER THAT AND SHE IS A VERY NICE YOUNG LADY." When I was like 16, she went on a long rant about it in the middle of a restaurant and I genuinely wanted to die.

Dil of Karen:

She tipped $2 on a $100 bill because she didn't like how the fish was cooked. I got up and handed the waitress $20 and apologized.

She took my kids out to lunch and did it again. I had sent them with cash to tip just in case she did it again.

She walked into a salon with no reservation and then threw a passive aggressive huffing fit because they wouldn't give her a slot right then and there.

These are just a few of many, many similar moments

My dad can be a bit of a Karen. I’ve made a habit of bringing $10-20 cash whenever we go to a restaurant.

Went to a “concept” place once, where the food was brought out, not all at once, but as it was ready. For a party of 6, nothing came out together. (Kind of a dumb concept, IMO, but whatever).

Dad was PISSED. Complained about it to: the food runner, our waitress, the bartender, another waitress, the manager, and the hostess. Nonstop, from the moment the first dish came out, to our exit from the building.

Slipped the waitress an extra $20 on top of the 5% dad left her. He’s chilled out over the past few years, thank god, but there was a while when I wouldn’t go out to eat with him because of the embarrassment.

My mom used to be a Karen. I can still remember her arguing with the cashier at Zellers when I was a kid over the price of clearance Christmas stuff. It got to the point that the people behind her were yelling at her to stop and hurry up. Sometimes the difference in price was a couple cents. I was so embarrassed and walked away to do something else while this was going on.
And before you ask, no, she isn't a Karen anymore because she became self aware and stopped. She isn't a Karen anymore because she's taken so many damn painkillers over the years that she now lacks the mental ability to be a Karen. She now does this "I'm pathetic and need hand outs" thing. I honestly don't know which is worse

My mom pointing out a group of women having their hair dyed my mom said "it's weird, don't you ever do that to your hair" and they heard my mom say it.

My mother is not exactly a Karen, but she had a very bad Karen-Moment once.

She paid me a visit shortly after I moved to Switzerland. We went shopping for groceries together. Everything in CH is at least twice as expensive. And my mother did let the entire shop know, how overpriced each and every item I put in the cart was. While also insisting that we need to buy bottled water because she couldn't drink tapwater. (She does it at home and switzerland has the better water quality. So I have really no idea why that was a thing in the first place.)

So from everything she complained about, the 12 bucks for 4 bottles of non sparkly water was somehow completely fine.

I never went shopping with her ever again after this.

Oh boy. Waiting for this one.

My mom went and harassed my elementary school, so much over small things and caused such a big fuss, they didn't let my niece, who they knew was my mom's granddaughter, come back. They just didn't wanna deal with her anymore to the point of kicking her out of the school. My sister and I had already left in middle school. Those poor teachers didn't get paid enough.

My mother, who's first name is Karen but she goes by her middle is a literal and figurative Karen

Anyway, sometimes she's okay and lately Ive seen some patience from since I no longer tolerate most of her b******t but the worst in memory happened a few years ago.

I'm in town visiting and she wants to take me for coffee and bagels at a place we'd gone to for years. There's a new lady there and my mother informs she doesn't like this lady much she's kinda slow at things but she understands why. The lady is just trying to make ends meet at a "simple" job since she couldn't focus on her real career while she mourned her recently deceased daughter.

So I think, she can take what time she needs. Losing a daughter is no joke.

We order coffees and these delicious cheddar bagels (10/10 wild cheddar bagels are the bomb diggity). Lady forgets the bagels so my mom asks after a bit of wait and the lady apologizes and puts them in the toaster.

Mom is now irritated tapping her foot and huffing (we had no time commitments).

Bagels get burned. Aww man, I'm disappointed but whatever.

"I paid for these bagels and I want you to replace them."

"Yes of course ma'am let me take care of the customers here first."

Wrong words. Mom gets livid she does t scream but she raising her voice. I finally tell her, it's okay we get food somewhere else. It's just a few bucks I can cover it yadda yadda. And finally get her to leave.

"When I worked in service I'd never treat a customer that way!"
She worked at Taco bell like a year in her 20s. 30 years prior.

So to get food, I just drive us to Starbucks. Not the best option but whatever, I'll pay and she get at least be unhangry.

"They cost how much?!?! That's nuts!"

"That's the price mom, stuff had gone up."

"No, no I don't want anything. My appetite is gone." Huff huff pout pout

She tells me nowadays she's an empathetic person. Yeahhhh right.

My mom was totally a karen, but she was still a good mom. We were at a fast food restaurant, I asked for my mega burger without bacon. I'm not allergic, I just don't like it on burgers. My mom asked for the fryer to be heavily sanitized and when they said no, she stormed into the back and tore the place apart.

We went to some theme park when I was a kid and my little sister LOVED cookie monster. It was like 100 degrees outside, and the character actor for cookie monster was taking a break (they have to wear a mascot suit) and told my dad they wouldn’t be able to take a photo with her. He lost his s**t, argued for a bit, and then as we walked away he said “Don’t choke, cookie!” I never understood what the f**k he meant and still cringe when I think about it.