Karen chronicles: the lost girls
The thoughtless escalation of so-called Karens
The crunchy organic food joint was open and airy. Dappled sun streaked onto the walls through the retractable doors. The temperature outside was rising quickly, presaging Chicago’s first truly gorgeous day of the year. Staff wore masks around their chins. Customers didn’t bother.
I glanced at the menu but didn’t see cappuccinos on offer. I asked anyway. …
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