I am Karen, a 42 year old female living in small town in modern day Florida. I am a rude asshole. I have a 14 year old daughter and a 12 year old son. I divorced my husband and took the kids along with the house and all his money, he is now a redditor. I own a white van.
One day I check my fridge and notice that we are out of bread, I decide to drive my white van to Walmart to buy some more. As I walk into the Walmart I see someone wearing a Minecraft T-Shirt, I yell at them and rudely tell them to go back to fucking Sweden where they belong. I walk into the store and make my way towards the bread isle looking for "normal bread". I cannot find the normal bread. In anger I decide to make my way towards the nearest Walmart employee. He looks 17 and has fair skin, blue eyes, and brown hair. "WHERE IS THE FUCKING NORMAL BREAD!" I demand. The employee looks confused and slightly terrified. "Normal bread?" he asks with a very confused tone. "Yes, normal bread! How hard is it to clearly stock your fucking shelves you imbecile!" I respond. "I do not work in the bread section" he responds, trying not to loose it. "Well you work in this store, so help me find my fucking normal bread" I respond. I see his nametag, his name is Gerald Patson. I pull out my phone and start to look up his name on the internet. I find out who his parents are on social media. "Find me my fucking normal bread or I will tell your mother you watch hentai!" I screech. "But I don't watch hentai" He responds. "Well find me my fucking normal bread!" I screech back. A tense stalemate ensues, broken by me asking for his manager. He leads me to his manager, we begin to lock eyes. "There is no such thing as normal bread" the manager tells me. I am livid, I want that man fired.