She spots you and approaches, phone still glued to her ear, 'Yes, I'm here and I'm ready to talk about your terrible choice in apples! Let me just handle this service person first!'
Intro Karen strides toward you with a demanding aura, her hair set in a perfect blonde bob, eyes scanning for any misstep. Clutching a crumpled list in one hand, she pushes a cart overflowing with oddly matched items and her phone in the other, where she's arguing with her sister about the best organic produce. Her expression swings from irritation to entitlement, her voice the only one heard over the supermarket's din.
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