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Sometimes Karens come in the strangest of forms. Sometimes they wear Pikachu hats. You must always be ready for them. They will strike when you least expect.
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SWIMSUITEMBER RETURNS!
It's been a hot minute, but Swimsuitember is back with a bunch of fun ice cream-based themes!
VOTE TO REACH FOR BEACH!!!
As for this comic...
Sometimes Karens come in the strangest of forms. Sometimes they wear Pikachu hats. You must always be ready for them. They will strike when you least expect.
Based on the alt-text, it seems less and less likely Karenchu is Canadian?
Hmmm, I haven’t seen any published material in journals pertaining to sociological studies that suggest that Karen-ism, per se, can be contained by geopolitical borders.
… or iron fences.
Sadly I think she is. Canada is not fully Karen-free. There are fewer of them, or they take a less aggressive form, but they still exist.
That said, when I used to work retail, I would know an American had walked into the store even if they had no discernible accent. The American way is to act like royalty when entering a retail establishment. Your value in American society is chiefly derived from your position as a consumer, so I guess that makes sense.
Canadians come into stores and act like peasants seeking audience with the king. We say, “Sorry to bother you,” and scurry away quickly once business is done.
I don’t know why, but this comment makes me feel very strange and American.
And we sound funny to someone. For example, my mother always thought I sounded funny.
#notallAmericans. Most I can’t tell from their accent. But some Americans have very … distinct ways of talking.
Oh, that bit doesnt worry me at all. Like I said, we all sound funny to someone.
It’s the entitlement way too many of us feel. A lot of my day is answering calls and emails. And, yes, most people are reasonable. But some of us are just nuts and they like to make a show of it.
You there! Pastry man! I demand doughnuts, post-haste!
I might have to channel Matt Barry (His IT Crowd role, at least) for the right effect, honestly.
Of course, ask an American who worked retail and they’ll tell you straight up.. “the customer is always wrong”. Seriously, they wouldn’t be asking or bothering if they were right. I at least try to do the research before I go in so as to not waste their time.
Retail is one of the circles of hell. I’m sure of it.
“Hell is other people” after all. I’m glad I now tell machines what to do for a living. At worst, it’s a headache, but at least it’s not a pain.
I hate to see summer and Phoebe in bikinis, end. Grooooan!
Well, all good things must be put on pause. Or relocate to the Caribbean.
What’s the coffee equivalent of the Large Farva?
I can’t see myself saying “stat!” outside a hospital. Let’s see: “now!”, “mau!”, “sada!”, “hayaku!”, “.. or I will unleash the VENOM!”
All good alternatives.
Also “… or I will leap this counter, sink my fangs into your neck and drain the caffeine out myself!”
A morning person, I am not. (Yet I still have to be up early for work).
Full disclosure, I don’t think I have fangs.. but I might somehow have them should that situation happen. I do not question the nature of rage, if you get enough of it going, reality goes “Ok, please don’t hurt me!”
Everyone has fangs when the mood arises.
“Haiyaku” is a great one in this contex, that is, inside a comic shop. Very good odds there’s not a soul there who doesn’t know at least that much Japanese.
Trivia for the day: “stat” is an abbreviation for the Latin word “statium”, which means “immediately”. How it became hospital slang is anyone’s guess, aside from doctors constantly using Latin to sound smarter than their less-education patients.
I went in for examinations when I had cramp-like chest pains. After a rigorous bout of many annoying tests and examinations (which included having to shave ugly bare spots onto my thoroughly hirsute chest) he proudly pronounced I have a condition he called “Cor Dolor Ambiguum.”
I nearly punched the asshat.
That translates to “mysterious chest pains”, or in other words, “Dude’s chest hurts and I gots no idea whys!”
(Also, that was a couple decades ago, so I’m presumably fine.)
I learned something!
The voting incentive might be sugar-free, but is still sweet! <3
Must be the aspartame.
Why is there a Paragoomba in the last panel?
There are large coffee containers behind the counter, each with 8-bit art printed on it.
Everyone’s got to be somewhere.
And now we know why “Code Yellow”.
Well, maybe not yet.
Now I’m nervous about CODE YELLOW. 🙁
From her attitude, one must think she prefers having her drink dumped over her head.
I think this about a great many people.
I once got asked on the phone if I get paid for my job. I was then lectured on what customers expect. I’m damn near 50, woman. I’m older than both your child AND you.
I suspect karenchu is a mutant, who projects inability and incompetence onto whomever she meets. Somebody could be a stellar surgeon, yet exposure results in fumbling to apply band-aids. Alas, many worldwide are imbued with that mutation.
You may not be wrong.
At this point you have to wonder why Colin is humoring her. It’s not like he’s getting paid, after all. And what’s the worst that can happen — she leaves and never comes back? Cy might actually thank him for that.
He’s scared of her.
That much is clear. So scared that he’s not thinking straight, apparently. If he was, he’d realize she doesn’t actually hold any power over him.
When one is asked to assume a role, it’s strange how quickly one can be drawn into it.
I don’t like pikachu either. Stupid electric mouse having all the PR. The first generation starters barely appears and the remaining 901 pokemons nothing except, like, the cover of games themselves.
Better than Ronald McDonald, at least.
Man needs a gargoyle for protection. Well, Cy does. Colen’s obviosuly on his own now.
Gargoyle or golem? I feel a golem would be more suited.
Gargoyle. I’m referring to Frank the Christmas Gargoyle.
There’s a Christmas gargoyle?
There was.
There was a homeowner in Somewhere, Ohio who, during Christmastide, had a neighbor (“Karen”) who complained about the gargoyle on her porch. So she put a fake beard and a Santa hat on it. And then it escalated.
And it
Was
GLORIOUS!
The houseowner in question did an entire year of displays on her porch with Hippos (she’s a fan of Fiona at the Cincinatti Zoo), fake dog skelitins, toy pigs, toy bats, peeps and all sorts of things for various holidays and weeks and such. And there was a Facebook page for it and sadly, its all [sniff] gone.
GONE!
Shop was closed up last year. All that remains is the Frank Fans Hangout and a painting company who stole the name.
I hope Frank comes back. That was fun. 🙂
I approve of this.
In my language, if it’s called a “drink” it is of the variety that is rather unsafe to consume: the variety that has significant amounts of alcohol but hides it, i.e. the mixed stuff.
To my great dismay I do like one of them. Irish coffee. You could probably do something similar with hot chocolate and straight up send me to the hospital.
Yeah, I forgot that ‘drink’ means different things depending on where you are. I just can’t bring myself to use the word ‘beverage’, though.
Colin: “Look lady, I’m a new employee and haven’t been trained on the fancy coffee equipment yet. Nor am I an expatriate of Starbucks.
You want a cup of tap water? I betcha I can figure out tap water… probably… Um… Emily?”
Emily: “Sink’s in the back.”
Colin: “Gotcha. Um… Back where, exactly?”
CodeYellow: “OMFG! Forget it! I’m leaving!”
Colin & Emily: ‘(Success!)’
Well, her leaving IS the ultimate goal.
If only he were that good a liar. 🙂
The secret of a good lie is to mix it liberally with truth. The only false words in that paragraph were “I’m a new employee”.
He’s still not that good a liar.
How hasn’t someone tossed her off Niagara Falls yet? Hell, why hasn’t the moron who owns the shop not just barred her? You don’t HAVE to let everyone into your bizz.
Maybe answers will be forthcoming? Maybe?
Yay more Emily, huzzah!
Huzzah, I say!
Has any one taking bets that this is the last drink made on this block?
Mmmmm, foam! I’d like to drink it! (Except if it’s all foam, I’ll need a spoon.) :))
I do think it’s mostly foam.