You might think watching Karens on video spewing their entitled rants is bad enough, but have you ever wondered what it’s like to have a Karen under your own roof? Customer service workers, who so often face the wrath of a Karen, luckily get to go home at the end of their shift. No such luck for these Redditors, though—they get to go home to more of the same obnoxious bile. So, give your non-Karen family member a kiss, then read on and be amazed.

1. Apologies For My Karen

I was married to a male Karen. Everything—and I mean everything—would set him off. We were at a local taproom once and his iPhone automatically connected to the Wi-Fi. Keep in mind, he had full bars on our cell service. The Wi-Fi was being wonky and wasn’t working. The manager, who was a super nice guy, came over and asked us how we were doing.

The following horror ensued—my husband was super irritated at his own made-up problem because our cell service was actually working just fine and he could literally just turn off the Wi-Fi. My husband started off by saying that their Wi-Fi was trash. The manager said explained that they’d recently upgraded their internet, and the company was sending them a new modem.

My husband responded with: “If you say you have Wi-Fi, you should make sure it actually works.” The manager was still being super nice and said he’d be happy to restart the modem to see if that helped. My husband then ignored him and continued to talk under his breath. This was my life for almost five whole years. The sense of entitlement was frustrating enough in public, but even more so at home.

I had apologized to more servers, retail workers, neighbors, and random people on his behalf in five years than during the rest of my life outside of him. You know what, now that I’m talking about it, maybe he’s not so much a male Karen. He’s more like a piece of trash.


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