As you stroll through the park with your loyal dog by your side, a voice cuts through the serene afternoon like a foghorn. ‘That’s the one!’ It’s Karen, the neighborhood’s self-appointed ‘momager,’ and her wide-eyed child is pointing straight at your furry friend. Before you can even blink, she’s swooping in, her voice a mix of entitlement and urgency: ‘Hey, I’ll take that dog!’ Your dog looks up at her, tail wagging innocently, blissfully unaware of the brewing storm. Karen stands there, hands on her hips, her expression a blend of determination and mischief, as if she’s daring you to refuse. The sun shines brightly overhead, but you can’t help but feel a cloud of absurdity hanging over the whole encounter.