I Met 'Karen' Today At The VA

Diesel 88888888 · 08-10-2020, 05:16 PM

Salty, wrinkled & generally ugly old skinny broad thing about 110 years old in the urology waiting room; I was returning from getting coffee after receiving my treatment and having a bit of a breathing problem...the provided face mask was covering my mouth but not my nose and this seedy old bitty, 'Karen', had the temerity to take it upon herself to call across the room for me to fully cover my face; mind u, I was nowhere near her...my quaint but polite "Mind u'r own business" followed by a retort of: "Go fuck u'r self" did little good...so as I seated myself and she continued her/its rant a further suggestion to 'Karen' to provide herself with a sensual experience (Yes, I was crude abut it and just told 'Karen' to "Fuck Off") and proceeded to make myself comfortable...but, for 'Karen' this just would not do.

Hell hath no fury like a 'Karen' scorned; to paraphrase Shakespeare, et all. And a tirade of high piched old broad 'Karen' demands followed...all of which I ignored...'Karen' screamed for staff and the cops...and sadly...one medic had to be told to fuck off until I could catch my breath...after all...the reason for the mask being at 1/2 mast was a recurring breathing disorder...breathing through my mouth with the mask covering it just would not do for...'Karen.'

So, I proceeded to ignore 'Karen' and took off my hat and shooting glasses and remaining seated, arranged my own comfort at least 8' away, finally able to cover the offending nostrils I continued with my one hour wait to complete the treatment cycle...a 'blue line gang' member came by...looked in...paid me no mind...though he did come by several times...the offended medic had the good sense to take my suggestion and the last time I saw him, he was in the company of several nurses...paying me no further mind;

Taking my urnal and seeing my nurse putting on her hasmat gear I relieved myself of the burden within...and gave the jug with the purple stuff to her which she received into a hazardous materials disposable bag, smiled and said we'd see each other next week; leaving through the waiting room I noted that 'Karen' remained implanted where I first encountered her...her sad and ever so victimized male companion had rejoined her...I left...not wanting to listen in on 'Karen's' description of the earlier events.

Yes, today I met 'Karen' at the VA...can't say that I'd be disappointed if we never met again.

08-10-2020, 05:16 PM	#1
Diesel 88888888 slug Join Date: Nov 2012 Location: Seattle, WA Posts: 35,834	I Met 'Karen' Today At The VA Salty, wrinkled & generally ugly old skinny broad thing about 110 years old in the urology waiting room; I was returning from getting coffee after receiving my treatment and having a bit of a breathing problem...the provided face mask was covering my mouth but not my nose and this seedy old bitty, 'Karen', had the temerity to take it upon herself to call across the room for me to fully cover my face; mind u, I was nowhere near her...my quaint but polite "Mind u'r own business" followed by a retort of: "Go fuck u'r self" did little good...so as I seated myself and she continued her/its rant a further suggestion to 'Karen' to provide herself with a sensual experience (Yes, I was crude abut it and just told 'Karen' to "Fuck Off") and proceeded to make myself comfortable...but, for 'Karen' this just would not do. Hell hath no fury like a 'Karen' scorned; to paraphrase Shakespeare, et all. And a tirade of high piched old broad 'Karen' demands followed...all of which I ignored...'Karen' screamed for staff and the cops...and sadly...one medic had to be told to fuck off until I could catch my breath...after all...the reason for the mask being at 1/2 mast was a recurring breathing disorder...breathing through my mouth with the mask covering it just would not do for...'Karen.' So, I proceeded to ignore 'Karen' and took off my hat and shooting glasses and remaining seated, arranged my own comfort at least 8' away, finally able to cover the offending nostrils I continued with my one hour wait to complete the treatment cycle...a 'blue line gang' member came by...looked in...paid me no mind...though he did come by several times...the offended medic had the good sense to take my suggestion and the last time I saw him, he was in the company of several nurses...paying me no further mind; Taking my urnal and seeing my nurse putting on her hasmat gear I relieved myself of the burden within...and gave the jug with the purple stuff to her which she received into a hazardous materials disposable bag, smiled and said we'd see each other next week; leaving through the waiting room I noted that 'Karen' remained implanted where I first encountered her...her sad and ever so victimized male companion had rejoined her...I left...not wanting to listen in on 'Karen's' description of the earlier events. Yes, today I met 'Karen' at the VA...can't say that I'd be disappointed if we never met again. __________________ Diesel 88888888 Duty is Action; Fight Or Die! Fight Or I'll Kill You Myself!