Of Course She Was a Karen
In 4th grade, I used my birthday money from Grandma to take the lovely Karen H. roller skating – not just a 1st date – my first date, ever.
Once we got there (thanks for the ride, Mom) we went around a couple times, then she started skating with an older boy, I fell down (1st time skating, too) and somebody rolled over my fingers.
She never said “thanks for a lovely time” or anything.