Gen X here, I'll field this question. I dated Karen. She did always ask to see the manager to complain about her food. I dumped Karen even tho' she was athletic and hot back then. I was no longer willing to put up with her neediness. Ten years have passed and she is fat fat fat. Eating her aggression I guess. That and a whole lot of pizza! *badoop ching*
“Ten years have passed and she is fat fat fat.”
My name is Karen and I’m not fat!