Karen Ignores The Noise
Meanwhile, ‘Karen’ managed to ignore everything, as if oblivious to the curious stares directed her way.
She lounged back, adjusting her neck pillow with exaggerated calm, like nothing out of order. Her ignorance was almost enviable in a way.
Brian nudged me, whispering, ‘Think she’ll notice if we start a conga line back here?’ I laughed, grateful our row had found humor amidst the awkwardness.