Over the Christmas holiday, I let my inner “Karen” fly. I got unjustly upset with a complete stranger and made a fool of myself. In October, I’d bid on and won a basket of goodies from a charity fundraiser, raising funds for survivors of sexual assault/abuse. In it were several lovely items, including a gift certificate for services at a local hair boutique. One I’d never been to before. Long story short, I showed up at the place one afternoon, while running Christmas-related errands, hoping I could exchange the gift certificate for products in lieu of services because I already have someone I see regularly. I was frosty and abrupt when the young lady I spoke with told me it was for services only. I have no excuse for being a complete asshole to this poor girl. Sure, I didn’t say anything directly hurtful. Instead, my inner “Karen” came out in my cold tone as I scoffed, in my attitude as I turned and marched out. I could have blamed it on the little to no sleep I’d gotten, the looming expense of the holidays, etc. but ultimately, I was being childish. Later that night, I reflected on my behavior and owned up to the fact I’d been totally in the wrong. After a few minutes online, I found the young lady on social media and wrote out a lengthy, humbling apology and told her I would be gifting the certificate to someone who would use it. I had not been very charitable or kind and owned up to the fact I’d been a bitch. I was very sorry. Lucky for me, she forgave me.

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