Shiny Male Karen Appears

I’m a very frequent traveler (>200kmiles/yr) and naturally with this much time in airports and on airplanes I’ve got lots of interesting stories. I’ve recently been hardcore pouring through r/entitledparents and r/choosingbeggars lately and this has really got me thinking I should share my interesting airport stories.If you guys hate it I’m nEvEr PoStInG aGaIn AnD iT’lL bE aLl YOUR fAuLt. Not mine for having a bad story. Just sayin.BackgroundI feel like I should leave out companies so let’s say I fly on USAirline, aka one of the US major airline companies. If you travel, you’ll be able to guess.I’m high status with USAirline #flex and as such I get to board as part of pre-boarding regardless of my class of service, but I was lucky enough to have Business class in this case. I was in Frankfurt, flying on USAirline to Chicago and typically they give me a paper ticket (relevant later) on arrival to the airport if I check a bag. Even though I always have my mobile boarding pass (also relevant) I’ll use the paper one for convenience if they print one out.Fast forward to 10 minutes before boarding time, I mosey my way over from the lounge to the gate and qu’elle surprise there’s already a long line of people waiting for boarding to begin. But there’s also always an area that’s pretty open for the pre-boarders to wait, that is in front of the first boarding groups. My paper boarding pass was in my passport, but I guess the side saying Group 1 was not covered.StoryHere I am, minding my own business patiently waiting for my pre-boarding group to be called when the middle-aged heavyset male version of a wild Karen in the middle of Group 1 line (line is VERY long) pushes his way through people in front of him and approaches.Cue Pokémon encounter musicWild Male Karen (Male-ren, kek): Attempted intimidation The line for Group 1 starts back there. Me: Ah I’m not Group 1, I’m pre-boarding Male-ren: I saw your boarding pass, it says Group 1 Me: Yes, but I’m 1k so I pre-board Male-ren: We’ve been waiting, Group 1 line starts back there, get to the back of the line. Me: Whatever, thanks.He goes back to his spot, I continue waiting patiently where I was. Me and the guy waiting next to me share a chuckle, he may have mentioned his thoughts on Male-ren’s intellectual capacity, or lack thereof, intentionally loud enough that it could be overheard. I think it’s over.Intercom starts announcing various stages of pre-boarding. Male-ren is clearly huffing and puffing, but I don’t look at or acknowledge him.Just as I start to approach the gate, he briskly walks up, snatches the boarding pass out of my passport, tears it up into multiple pieces and throws it back at me, looks at me happily and says there, now you have to wait like everyone else.I look at him with a VERY smug slightly confused ‘what do you think that actually accomplished’ look on my face, don’t say a word in response, walk forward and tap the boarding pass notification on my Apple Watch, scan and make my way on the plane without a glance back.He fortunately walks past me sipping champagne in my Business class lie-flat seat where I get the chance to lock eyes and smile broadly as his red-faced punk ass walks his way past.