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Karenness does, too. There’s that. Also, don’t you hate getting wrongfully accused of stinking up a place?
I checked my phone. Good. I had 35 minutes before meeting with a friend I hadn’t seen in five years. I could pass the time doing some last-minute errands. It was a cold day, and I fumbled to text a new friendship from an online workshop. I don’t usually share numbers with unknown Zoomers, but I felt she and I could hit it off since she planned to leave her city life and retreat to the rural Western Massachusetts valley where I live.
I glanced at my phone and saw my possible friend’s text, “I’m sick of seeing lung butter on the Bronx sidewalks.” That phrase made me want to laugh and hurl at the same time. Really? That sounds absolutely disgusting. I didn’t want to picture the gobs she was talking about, but I couldn’t help it. The image took up all my mental space. Not something I would write on a first text message exchange with a new friend, but hey, we’re all different people.
I went into the bank and was unsurprised to find a rude Karen customer service representative who talked to me as if I were stupid. Why was she rude? I simply asked about the different types of IRA accounts. It’s funny that although she didn’t know the answer to my question, her terse tone interrupted me with an icky, “I don’t know, that question is…
