I ordered a salad with chicken and my chicken was undercooked on it but i was afraid to send it back because i didn't want to be a karen.

I took the chicken off and started eating the salad and my fiance yelled at me and send it back on my behalf. I'm just afraid of being labeled a karen or some cook back there getting mad and messing with my food.

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4meAndyou · F

My father was like that. For her entire life my mother resentfully repeated the story of my father pitching a fit at a restaurant somewhere in South America because she tried to send an undercooked pork chop back to the kitchen. He was SO afraid of offending the server...but willing to give my mother an offense that lasted nearly 20 years.