I stormed off ineffectively

My four year old stomped off telling us she was leaving home.complete with little suitcase on wheels she walked down the long front drive and out the gate. As we watched quietly she turned right,then after a couple of seconds turned left then came straight back down the drive again.It was very funny.

I stormed off when I was on holiday in Greece because I had sat on and broken my glasses (drunk). I threw them in the bin and marched purposefully towards the house we were staying in... Wrenched the gate open, slammed it shut and sat myself down at the table of a nice and completely stunned Greek family enjoying their evening meal. The shame I was also blind as a bat for the remainder of the week...

I tripped over something while storming off.

A drunk friend ran into a door while storming off.

Can this one go to the classics?

I was really cross once at DD who wouldn't put her bloody sparkly shoes on. It was a toddler thing.

I threw the fucking shoes down the stairs.

Where they proceeded to twinkle and flash mocking me

I'm loving the number of people that have been foiled by soft close doors.

First real strop DD had she stormed through to her room and slammed the door, I totally ignored her because I have much younger siblings and have watched my mum run up the stairs and try to get the last word too many times to fall into that trap so I was leaving her to calm down, DD waited a minute, opened the door and screamed 'did you not hear my door slam?' and slammed it again, few minutes on she walked to the top of the stairs and shouted 'I'm angry you know!' she hasn't bothered slamming doors since.

Early on in our relationship I grabbed my handbag and flounced out of DH's room in a shared house, got as far as the front door before remembering I was wearing a fairly skimpy nightie and it was pissing down, opened the front door just to slam it so he would think I had left then went and sat in the cellar (which had an old sofa and a beer fridge so wasn't too bad but a bit chilly) worked quite well for about 20 minutes til DH phoned me from the front room and heard my phone.

I'm not one for flouncing, in fact I forgot to flounce. I did it once after dp had made me a really crappy dinner and himself a feast. Immediately on leaving I was over it and just off to the shops. OH found me and we went for a drink. It was 20 years ago so he must just have known me well, no smart phones back then.

We came back to a friend's after the club had ended. After a while their irate partner came down and cut the plugs off the TV and stereos because we were too loud. We did know anyone was in (he must have). We were drunk and didn't leave. They both came out the next week like nothing happened. It did happen again a few months later, I wasn't there.

I once flounced off from some colleagues in the lunchroom and caught my shirt on the door handle. This caused all my buttons to pop off and I had to drop to the ground to pick them all up whilst holding my shirt together and pretending nothing unusual was happening.

I'm not really a storm-off type but I did (a good 20 years ago) once when pissed, decide I was going to sleep Under The Stars and Commune With The Universe. Which meant going and lying in the front garden at my mate's house. In the snow. People were moderately concerned (they were all pissed too) and every now and again someone would be dispatched out to suggest that I came back indoors. I think I came back indoors a couple of times and then went back out again, so we had a bit of rinse-and-repeat. And then, probably mercifully, in the middle of justifying my love of nature and not being cold at all, I fell asleep at the kitchen table with my head in a plate of leftover chilli.

DH and I, having a humdinger of an argument.

He says, "say that again and I'm walking".

I said 'it' again.

He goes into the hall, puts his coat on, grabs his wallet and phone, all the while muttering angry insults under his breath.

He comes back into the living room and says, 'I fucking told you". He is red in the face with anger at this point.

Turns round to flounce off, goes into the kitchen and slams the door.

The kitchen door was next to the hall door. It was a flat on the fourth floor. The kitchen had no door to the outside.

He tried to style it out. Claimed he needed some paracetamol out of the cupboard before he went because I'd given him a headache. Yeah, right, pull the other one.

I stormed off during an argument with DH and slammed our bedroom door so hard that it came off the hinges and wedged itself completely in the door frame.
After realising I was well and truly trapped, I sheepishly had to call him to free me - which he did really quickly.
Totally ruined my storming off and made me realise that DH was a nicer person than me cos I'd have left him there to stew for a while!

These are amazing! Surely one for the classics @mnhq?

She once tried to throw a pack of basil at the kitchen wall and it gracefully floated to the floor.

😂😂😂😂 aahh my god in tears

• I once stormed off from a pedalo by diving in an swimming away stroppily.

Unfortunately we were quite a long way from the shore and also the pedalo was much quicker then me. BF just slowly casually pedalled along next to me nonchalently smoking a cigarette and occasaionally saying "are you ready to get back in yet".

After about 15 mins swimming I gave up and to add insult to injury I couldn't get in and he had to haul me out of the water in a v undignified manner.**

^^This story is life itself. Had me in actual tears. And it's been a long time since anything on MN did that to me 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

I work in a shop that opens till late, once just before closing a colleague who lived round the corner walked in. I asked her what she was up to and she said she’d had an argument with her DH but realised after her flounce she’d forgotten the car keys and didn’t want to go back. So she walked to the shop hoping to kill enough time for the flounce to be effective

We ended up having a drink in the pub to really show him!

In the middle of a blazing row with DP, I tried to storm out of house and drive off somewhere.
Slammed the (old) front door so hard I managed to smash all the glass. Had to carefully come back in and apologise....kind of ruined the effect I had been going for!

Love all the stories so far, but being outpaced by a pedalo is especially brilliant 😂

Not a flounce, but I tried to do a dramatic demonstration of my emotions by throwing a cup against the kitchen wall. I had visions of the exploding crockery being a visual of my conflicted inner life or some such nonsense.
DH (the source of my frustration) was out, so didn't witness the cup just bouncing off with minor damage to the handle and a pathetic dribble of coffee running down the wall.

Good job too or he would have just laughed at my attempt of mass destruction.

I once flounced out of a pub, rather successfully, or so I thought until the doorman advised me that the back of my skirt was tucked into my knickers.

I was absolutely furious with DD once, stormed into the kitchen & slammed the door - but there wasn’t one! DH had taken it off when he laid the laminate flooring!

@wanderings I whammed the porch door shut at home once and cracked the glass. I've given up flouncing as it always seems to get violent!

My db (age 8 at the time) once tried to flounce off with his suitcase saying he was leaving home so pushed him out the front door just as a taxi reversed into the drive (locals all used it for turning much to our annoyance). He thought it was for him,quickly rushed back in and said he didn't mean it

This has reminded me of a party years ago. My mum got upset at my brothers (regular thing, she can't take a joke and they didn't know when uk stop winding her up). Anyway she properly flounced off.... then came back for her lager 😂 it was a big box of the stuff that she carried on her shoulder and walked out.

I'm saving this thread for when I'm having a bad day. I think it should probably go into Classics.