Karen

A 35 year old woman that happens to be my Mom, divorced my Dad, Drives a minivan, and talks to every manager she can.(This is a joke, my Mom is not named Karen and she is not nuts)

Karen: "Hey son, I know I divorced your Dad and made you miserable for as long as I can remember, but do you want to go talk to the manager with me, then get in my minivan and go to soccer?"
Son: "Screw you im outta here" walks to friends house
Karen: randomly shows up "I'll sue you son for emotional abuse" smiles wickedly
Son: flees Americ