I stormed off ineffectively

Got slightly drunk and hysterical in a late night pub when I was first seeing DP. I came back from having a fag and he was talking to a very pretty lady he was with several other people, and she had come with a mutual friend and was lovely - I just took umbridge to it.

Stormed out, sat on one of the benches outside.... nothing.... sent him a few nasty messages.... nothing.... miss-called him.... nothing.... left a voicemail calling him a cunt.. nothing.

He appeared after "ages" looking slightly perplexed at my incandescent rage...It had been all of 5 minutes and he had missed my flounce completley. Thought I was in the bog. Oh and his phone was in my handbag.

That was a long time ago now and still makes me cringe

Long? Old!

I got ID’d in a supermarket (I was 34 at the time and I don’t look particularly long) and flounced away from the checkout as I was so annoyed and didn’t have any ID on me (being 34).

Realised a milisencond too late I had left about 7 shopping bags of Christmas presents I had just bought on the end of the checkout.

Had to sheepishly return and reclaim them. Felt like an absolute fool. Which I was to be fair

Was at a party years ago flat mates friend had a very volatile relationship- at midnight he shouted "happy new year now fuck off" and ran off into the night never to be seen again. Became a catch phrase for a while

stupid lobster face

I once got out of bed at DH's flat in Leeds when we were first together and we'd had a row in bed. I got dressed, stuffed my things in my bag and announced I was going home - to Newcastle- at 2am. He tried to stop me and I told him to fuck off, flounced out saying I was not going to be spoken to like he had and went to get in my car and leave.

Someone had parked so tightly behind me I could not get it out of the parking space and after 15 minutes where I was swearing and ended up crying with frustration I decided I had to sleep in the car. There was no way I was going back into his flat. It was freezing. About half an hour later he appeared with a duvet and a woolly hat for me and we made up

Ex sil is clearly batshit 😲

I once stormed off into a cupboard

Ok this is a really long one and it might not be as funny written down but I'll tell it anyway.
Ex-SIL is a complete knobber. For weeks before my brother's 40th it was arranged that we'd all go for a drink in the local (DB and SIL, DParents, Me and DH and a few friends) and then back to their house after closing time. On the night, however, pub closes and SIL starts kicking off about how DB had just presumed everyone could go back to HER house (council house in her name). Ok, fine, we won't bother we've had a nice night and wouldn't like to intrude. As soon as we start to head towards the taxi rank she's running after us to go back to her house. You can probably tell she's a bit of a drama llama
As soon as we got back she tells everyone not to shut the living room door as it makes too much noise opening it again and strops off to bed. DH is a bit drunk at this point and forgets not to shut the door. Cue SIL flying downstairs in her dressing gown with a screwdriver in hand, and she proceeds to try and remove the door handle. DM is saying "Oh SIL you'll get oil all over the place" and SIL responds with "Well it's my door I'll do what I like". Anyway, she spent over an hour angrily trying to remove the door handle, in her dressing gown, refusing to speak to anyone and just making huffy noises whenever any one tried to speak to her. I had to leave the room for laughing in the end. Eventually she pissed off back to bed and we carried on without her

As a child, I didn't get my own way and decided I was running away from home. I packed some food and my favourite teddy, then left. Except I wasn't allowed to cross the road, so spent two hours walking in circles around the block, until I finally got cold and went home.

I tried to storm off during an argument once but I’d been sat on my leg and as I got up it just gave way beneath me, completely could not feel it at all. Luckily the person I was arguing with thought I’d had some sort of emotional collapse and was VERY sorry

Haha! Love these!
I once flounced out of the car after DH criticised my driving.
It was beautiful, I pulled over, threw the keys at him and said drive yourself home.
Just as it started to rain.
I walked 8 miles in a fucking downpour, without a jacket. Ignored him calling my mobile, so fierce was my indignant fury.
I was in agony the next day as I'd power marched through the rain and was frozen and soaked to the skin when I got back.
Complete and utter tube. (Me obvs, not him).

It's terrible when you can't make a dignified exit! Many have done the same.

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

I flounced out of the house as a teen, but had bare feet and no money, so just sat on the kerb at the end of the driveway for an hour before sheepishly returning.

In my teenage years I wore a fab long me litary style wool coat... I flounced out of the pub one night and got it stuck in the door

Everyone has stormed off ineffectively at some stage or another, don't worr about it OP!

I had an argument with my sister last week as she kept criticising my driving (I'm newly passed, she's failed loads of times but non stop criticises when I'm trying to concentrate). Just after the argument, she asked if I knew where I was going. I said, 'see this is what I mean! Of course I do' and made the wrong turn and had to drive the whole way back round the car park

StarTrekForMe, I really enjoyed that story.
One of the times I flounced, I forgot my glasses so had to let myself back in and get them. No where near as good as yours Star!

When I first started seeing my dh I would come to stay weekends with him in a town 70 Miles from me so I was very unfamiliar with it, I also didn't drive at the time. Once I flounced and it was ineffective because

1. he lived on a field with a unlit pathway to a main road

2. the train station was 2 miles away

Worst flounce ever

Laughing completely at ...."all I could hear was laughter".... savage.

My son tried to slam a tent door and then stomped into his pod to have a rant to his imaginary friend.

Forgot to say that I flounced from a Client today using the exact phrase "Russian Prostitutes and Hull Tables" - neither of which is connected but hopefully he understood and will pay up shortly.

Or I'm turning into my Mum.

I once had a go at my sons about the state of their bedroom and stormed out. I managed to trip over the hoover they hadn't used in the hallway and fall down the stairs. As I lay on the floor, I shouted up use the bloody hoover. All I can hear was laughter.

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

What a wonderfully middle-class flounce!