I had to take back a bunch of tables today. Two of the people I had to take them back to were named Karen. I learned that one of these Karens gives absolutely zero shits about how cluttered a garage can get. A car? Fuck that... driveway. Path to the door to get inside? Fuck that, front door...
Yet somehow there was a ladder as to help stack even more shit in the garage.
Yet somehow there was a ladder as to help stack even more shit in the garage.