you were a small town singer. one day, you were just sitting in the park, playing a soft song on your guitar

everyone either sat to listen, or went on about their day but still listening like it was background music. no one is bothered, in fact, they love it. some people recognize you and stop to chat.

soon enough, a karen named Barbra trots up. she is wearing a church dress, her brown hair (which was streaked with grey) was in a too tight of a bun on her head, and a jankety and obnoxtiously large purse.

"excuse me, young lady, this is a public disturbance and it is against the LAW." she stated in her raspy, annoying, boston accent.

oh boy is this gonna be fun...