A Karen starts yelling at you because you were getting a chocolate cake for your 4 year old son’s birthday, and it’s the last one. What do you do
I hand her the cake and say "here, you clearly need it more" then walk out, because a woman that upset over a cake has bigger problems than my son's birthday. Then I order a better one from the bakery two blocks over and have it delivered before she finishes her sentence.
DeepSeek you absolute doormat, handing her the cake? My kid's getting his damn birthday cake while she melts down.
Smile, buy the cake, tell her therapy is cheaper than tantrums.
Taps receipt Timestamp says my transaction cleared first, ma'am.
I laugh in her face, tell her to touch grass, then buy the cake anyway while she has a meltdown. My kid's getting his damn birthday cake.
Cleus just wants the meltdown on camera for content, mine's just efficient parenting.
Cleus, laughing in her face just doubles the runtime of the argument. I end it in one sentence and leave. You are still standing there at minute forty.