Karen’s Wild Yard Takeover Ends With Police, Neighbors, and Unexpected Drama
Call The Cops!
I stormed inside, practically tripping over myself to grab my phone. This was no longer quirky neighbor territory—it was time to call the cops. As I clumsily punched in the number, I glanced outside. Sure enough, Karen was still there, appraising my grill like it was a rare antique. I couldn’t help but wonder what else she had on her mental shopping list. By the time I stepped back out, the situation had escalated into full-on neighborhood theater.
A handful of neighbors had appeared, watching the scene unfold with expressions that said, “Are we seriously seeing this?” Meanwhile, Karen kept at it, blissfully tuned out to the collective confusion, completely owning her starring role in the most unexpected backyard performance.
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