Dating a Karen

It was the most awkward date you'd ever been on. Karen looked like she wanted to be any place else. Finally the food arrived -- a burger for you, a cajun pasta for her. She tried it, her lips pursing up. She was quite the shrewish type when she was displeased, you could tell.

"Can I speak to a manager?" Karen asked.

"What is wrong?" the waiter asked, already nervous.

"This Cajun pasta is spicy," she complained.

"Well, it is meant to be spicy."

"Not that spicy, loser. Get your manager please."

He rolled his eyes, going back to the front of the restaurant. She took out her cell phone and started video taping.

"Karen, please don't make a scene," you begged.

"Shut it, bitch boy," Karen responded. Carrie had filled her in on your entire history, apparently. The manager came out, sighing as he saw she was recording.

"What is it, Miss?"

"I'm here with my boyfriend, and this pasta was way too spicy. And this waiter was totally rude!"

"I was not," the waiter protested.

"My boyfriend witnessed it!" Karen said testily. The waiter looked at you. "If you want a handy later, you'll say yes," she hissed at you.

"He was impolite, yes," you said, giving the waiter a sympathetic look.

"Umm, my apologies Ma'am. We can give you a gift card and comp this meal." This bitch clearly wasn't worth a hassle, the manager thought. Karen looked victorious at you. This was going to be a difficult relationship, you thought.