The story
A leaky pipe by the side of the road.
I was on a road trip when I spotted a leaky pipe — water just pouring out, wasting away. I spent ten minutes trying to figure out who to call. Whose pipe was it? The city? The county? A utility? I gave up.
That stuck with me. Not because I gave up — but because I shouldn't have had to try that hard. The city probably wanted to know. They just didn't.
Karen exists for that moment. So nobody gives up again.