Everytime he walks down the street, the village youngsters yell plus scream the word Karen
My husband plus I have not been thrilled in a long time, but we are too old to beginning over. Most of the time I do what I want plus he does what he wants. Both of us eat breakfast plus dinner together plus rarely say a word to each other. One afternoon yesterday while in breakfast, my husband decided to beginning a conversation about the pot heads down the street. I reminded my husband that marijuana is legal for recreational plus medical use, even though he wasn’t thrilled with my reply. She insisted it was time for us to call the police plus report the crime. I told my husband that I wasn’t planning to get in the middle of anything plus I suggested he should mind his own business. Of course that did not work genuinely well, because my husband is bored with nothing that makes his thrilled. She decided to call the police to report the smell of marijuana. The police had to come investigate, just in case there were some crimes being committed. The police officer told my husband that the people were using marijuana legally. Unfortunately, the police officer told our neighbors that my husband was the guy that made the complaint plus now my husband is known as the Karen in our village. Everytime he walks down the street, the village youngsters yell plus scream the word Karen. I know it isn’tentirely funny, but my husband should have minded his own business. I warned his not to get involved when the smell didn’t problem us or our property.