I stormed off ineffectively

Probably, but go for it!

You notice I haven't made a contribution? I must have a story, but I can't remember it!

😂

@PhilomenaButterfly I did get my own back by not being able to unextend my middle finger for several weeks!

My husband and I had gone for a walk at Kielder reservoir. Got into an argument (I think about schooling choices for the child we hadn't even conceived yet ), screaming at each other amongst the peaceful forest and I spun around and started to march back towards the car park at a brisk pace, aiming to leave him in the dust. But everytime I looked behind me he was still there, doggedly keeping up with a stone set face. So I'd speed up. And clearly so would he- the bastard would not let me get away. All in stony silence of course. 5 miles later we had arrived back at the car just short of a run and had probably broken some speed walking record on the way. We were absolutely bollocksed and were both hobbling like pensioners the next morning which broke the tension and made us crease up laughing!

What?! Even after a dislocated finger! Bastards!

It's a little bit funny...!

still didn't get to watch Home and Away though

mum did this in restaurant.of course the way she stormed out was to the wrong end of the restaurant and the kitchen and so she had to storm right by the table again to get outside!

Fuuuuuck Tinkerbell that's not even funny!

When I was about 11 I attempted a full-on flounce over something incredibly important such as not being able to watch what I wanted on TV. Flounced out of the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Most of my hand came with me; my middle finger stayed caught behind the door handle. Cue dislocated finger for weeks - I still can't make a fist properly.

But I showed them.

Skittlesandbeer I fear we're cut from a similar cloth

Attempted a flounce from a tiny rocky outcrop on the end of a headland because DP was taking other girls water-skiing (they were good, I was crap, hence why I'd been plonked on a rock 'to watch)'.

It involved a 20 minute scramble up a terrifying cliff, peeing in a rock-pool and a 40 minute walk back with no shoes on. Not my finest hour.

A friend of mine clouded out of the house she shared with her fiancé at the time.

She decided to take the car and go and get some cigarettes. Unfortunately she took a wrong turn and then phoned me (Bluetooth of course) with the phrase
"I only on the M-fucking-25! I can't get off for two junctions!"

I laughed a great deal - but in sympathy of course.

@Skittlesandbeer
I feel you should be awarded a medal for your commitment to flounce.

Taking off your skis and walking 4km really was my favourite bit.

By the way. This might make it more annoying but your family did notice you were missing. They just decided to be really annoying by pretending they hadn't. They probably did that
"Shush! Shush! She's coming! Remember our plan!" thing when you approached them.

Kudos to you my friend.
You owned the teenage flounce.

I once stormed up to sit on a chair after a rant at work, all on my high horse. Turns out the person who had the chair before me had adjusted it to the lowest height.

I sat down on it still mid flounce, fell straight on my bottom like a sack of potatoes. Took me off my high horse that's for sure.

I once stormed off, drove away, got to Tesco, sat in the car listening to the radio for an hour. Then thought I'd best go home - flat battery, had to call him to come and get me.

Years before, a different dp, I much more effectively stormed out of the house. He came out after me, I hid behind a car, he walked off looking for me, I let myself back in the house, grabbed the spare duvet and slept on the sofa in the spare room. He didn't know I was there til morning.

I flounced off on skis.

As an uncoordinated, grumpy teen in a family of professional level skiers, I got the hump. It was the umpteenth day they’d dragged me up Swiss Black runs and micromanaged my descents. DGF and DM got a dramatic telling off by me, all about child abuse and ‘my rights’ (you know the one).

To add insult to injury, they ignored me and kept chatting about best strategies for the tricky descent. Instead of twinging that this might be a good clue to tune in, i huffed off straight down the run.

After nearly being killed 3 times by Olympic skiers coming over the top of me, I took off my skies (still in high-dugeon defiance) and WALKED 4 vertical freezing scary kilometres down the mountain. I badly needed a cuddle, a hot choccy and a wee. It took hours.

Got to the bottom to find my family merrily tucking into sausage & chips at the restaurant, never even noticed I was missing. Well until the Olympic skiers saw me join them, and came over to complain to my mum about what a danger I was!

Readers, I never skied again. That showed ‘em.

Years and years ago when I was a student I had a blazing row with my then boyfriend.

I stormed off up the road after a good front door slam, thinking he’d follow me to apologise. I sat in the crappy little play park nearby waiting for him to come along, like in the movies, declaring his sincere apologies and undying love for me.

Yeah. No.

I sat there like a right div for ages until I was cold, hungry and needed a wee, then went back and he was asleep on the sofa. Fucker.

My ex tried to storm off once in an epic ‘I’m leaving you’ style (I actually really wanted him to leave me).

It was so dramatic as he flounced towards the back door saying he was ‘going to get his power tools’ and he was ‘going to live in a tent’.

He angrily races out of the back doors but he didn’t get very far because the Man Cardigan he was wearing got well and truly stuck on the door handle.

There was no way he could redeem back his angry moment.

I knew of someone (not me honest) who did a massive flounce out of a committee meeting only to return rather sheepishly five minutes later to retrieve her handbag

Oh and I once witnessed someone’s attempt to storm out of a house with a 42” TV. That was a good one
Are you sure they were not nicking it

My old neighbour was a flouncer but she didn't argue in English so I never knew why she was flouncing out the house !
.

I remember flouncing and having all these plans of how I was going to spend the day to myself. I ended up in a petrol station car park with a Subway sandwich and magazine, wishing the time away so I could go home ...

Oh I forgot a bloody corker of a flounce. Had huge row with new partner. Had to go to work regardless. I left the house mad as all hell, shouting I guess i will see you tonight Steve.
He was rather stunned, as Steve was the ex's name. This one was called Andrew.
I felt bad for about one second, then mad so I carried on with the flounce.
Yet I still feel a bit guilty, sigh.

Aged around 8 or 9, I was at a Brownie camp which was always in what was a village school once upon a time.

I was in a room of about 6 bunk beds and the other girls in the room were annoying me, especially the girl above who kept leaning over to talk to me and prod me.

So I gathered up my duvet and flounced out into the cold hall. I had nowhere to go,
I wasn't about to go and see any of the Brownie leaders so I perched on the window ledge.

The story as I've always told it is that I slept on the window ledge for a while then went back to bed hours later when they had quietened down but I've seen that window ledge as a young adult and it was about 6 inches wide... I'm not sure I would have been able to sit on it much less sleep.