Karen in Hell: (my title, from a post stolen from Instapundit tonight)
There is no manager.
There is... NO MANAGER.
There is no help line.
There are no free returns.
There is no refund within 30 days.
There is no gift receipt.
There is only the cold, empty void of your personal choices having demonstrable impact on your life. Gaze upon its horror... And be a better person for having done so.
*cough* Sorry about that, got a little carried away there.
Who you callin’ a Karen?
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There is a side walk....
This sidewalk is long and straight....
As you stroll down this sidewalk, there are things you haven't heard or seen for a long time...
The birds flying and chirping...
The butterflies going from plant to plant...
The worm crawling ahead of you from one side to the other...
The playground where children are throwing a ball back and forth and a mother and father watching them...
A mother with her child in a stroller walking along humming and the child smiling...
Looking up into the sky and seeing the shapes of the clouds...
The breeze gently going by...
A neighbor out working in the yard and waving ‘hello’...
The smell of a BBQ going on...
Seeing a cloths line full of clothes drying in the open air...
You might say to yourself this isn't safe, maybe so, maybe no, but what joy it is to see things you haven't taken the time to see for a long time because your to busy making money...