Lady, You Can Make Your Own Crab Rangoons

I hated my last job, and my hatred was due in no small part to this one coworker in particular.
Let me tell you a few things about this coworker. She was a middle-aged white woman. Her name wasn’t Karen, but it sure as hell rhymed with it. One time, she went on a long rant about the Cleveland Indians getting rid of their racist mascot Chief Wahoo. She exclaimed, “Why the hell did these damn…