I was in the grocery store yesterday, and this karen was behind me in line. She asked me, "Can you please move your cart up so I can put my basket down?" I responded, "Sure, just move my cart if you need to." She said, "Oh, I can't do that because you've been touching it."
I looked at her basket she was carrying, and I said, "Hmm, I wonder how many people touched that box of cereal in your basket before you did or that basket you're carrying." Her face turned a deadly ashen white as the truth of the matter dawned on her. It was a total look of complete Armageddon. Her world just ended. She slowly walked up to the checkout counter to put the offending article down so as to avoid further contamination, after narrowly avoiding the contamination just waiting to jump on her from my cart that was blocking her way.
The checkout clerk then started processing her groceries, handling each item with his Covid-infested hands and then bagged them.
So I decided to really stick the knife in, and I asked her, "How are you going to get those groceries to your car after he just handled all your grocery items there? And just remember, you'll have to quarantine your groceries now for 72 hours, because Covid lives that long."
I don't think she had enough blood left in her face at that point to allow her to even speak.
And that's what it looks like when karens get smacked in the face with reality.