I stormed off ineffectively

I had a drunken row with my brother in the smoking area of a pub. I tried to storm off but couldn't open the door to go back inside so just burst out laughing. He had to open it for me.

Hey, we've all been there. You know ...... tried to storm out and headed straight into the broom cupboard

Flounces require careful planning and orchestration And long hair that you can toss in an 'I don't give a fuck' type of manner. I have no hair!

I flounced out of the front door after a teenage argument with DM, informing her I didn't need to listen to her I was going to live with Nanny (her own DM) because she understood me. After slamming the door I realised the flaw in this plan was we were actually at my DGMs house

Could have been worse, you could have fallen in the pool!

I'm rather boring and have stormed out a door one way, only to have found it was a dead end and then stormed back through the room again to go the other way.

Ooh I have flounced out the house it was miserable cold, and all I had on was a cardigan or jumper, with shorts. I sodding froze almost on my epic walk. Still kept walking though.
Also once many years ago, had argument in the car, told driver to stop and I would bloody walk home. I was in a big coat, but high heeled shoes, it was about 5 miles to get home. I never had a row in the car again.

I stormed off once when I was 4. I packed my red riding hood suitcase and set off to live with my grandparents in London.

Got to the end of the road and realised there was no signage to London. Sat in a bush for a while, eating the crisps and sweets I’d packed for my journey whilst I mulled over this problem of not knowing which way was London.

Then I realised I’d eaten all my supplies and that I’d probably starve by the time I got there.

Told myself I might have to postpone my London plans for a while and that living with my bossy parents was preferable to living in a bush.

So I went home and slipped back in unnoticed.

Years later my parents told me they’d been following me all the time and pissing themselves laughing.

Went to a kids football tournament once so all kids and families were camping over. One of the evenings we all had a bit to drink and 2 of the dads started a discussion about politics. They were both getting more and more wound up until one of them stormed off to his tent and tried to slam the tent door to be fair he found it funny too and it lightened the mood!

On holiday with my twatty ex years ago, he accused me of texting other guys and stormed out on to the balcony, slamming the sliding door really hard behind him. I just shrugged and went out for a wander round the town by myself.

Returned to the apartment three hours later to find him trapped on the balcony as he'd slammed the door so hard it'd locked behind him To add insult to injury he was just wearing his boxers and there was no shade so he was burnt to a crisp; it still makes me giggle when I remember his stupid lobster face pressed up against the window

In laws visited our new house and can't remember why but FIL stormed off home. Trouble was he went out the back door, we let him wander round the garden for ten minutes and then fetched him in, gave him a whisky and he couldn't even remember that he'd stormed off in the first place. Loved that man.

Have nothing to add but these are hilarious. I'm loving your drunken flounce around the pool OP.

After a series of misdemenours I got to the point where I had to send a teenaged pupil off to a buddy room. He didn't take it well, tried to argue it, grudingly conceded defeat under threat of higher sanction and attempted to storm off through the classroom door shouting "I don't need Geography anyway!"

10 seconds later, he stuck his head through the door and sheepishly asked "Where is room x?"

The irony was not lost on me or the rest of the class as we all fell about laughing.

We had a girl at secondary school who was an epic flouncer. Everyone knew because she'd always fluff it up. One day she pushed her chair back and knocked a table over and on a memorable occasion she stormed out and got her blazer pocket caught on the door handle. I don't even remember her name lol.

When my dc became teenagers we redecorated their rooms. Ds chose a lovely thick carpet, but it meant that the door couldn't be slammed. So funny watching him storm into his bedroom and try to slam the door - calmed me down every time we had a disagreement.

I left a ring at a jewellers to be resized and it took weeks for them to get back to me, I phoned them up one morning all prepared to let loose about their inefficiency and their collective resemblance to very dim slugs- in a dignified and ladylike manner of course - to be told " oh hello viques, we've just sent you an email, your ring is ready to be collected".

MawkishTwaddle that is too funny. I've got my sleeves caught on knobs before but didn't manage to catapult myself. I will have to try harder.

I stormed off out of a classroom at school once and slammed the door so hard behind me that a strip light fell off the ceiling! Even more sadly; it just missed the utter cow bag class bully who had been sat underneath!

Parents at my primary school getting divorced. He'd turned up at the house , they'd had a row, he stormed out & got in his car. She followed him to the door & used her remote beeper to shut the gates on his bmw as he went through!

I fell over in the kitchen this morning, caused a landslide with the washing up jenga pile, had an immense tantrum, shouted 'everything is shit' and broke the cheese grater.
Got up, banged my head on the cupboard and the cooker and found I had cut my finger. Bent down to wipe up the blood and banged my fucking head on the bastardly cooker again.

In my defense I've had D&V for 48 hours and may be a bit light headed.

😂

Once when I was about 13 I was pissed off at my parents so I decided to "run away from home".....

This involved going next door to the church hall and hiding in a cupboard. It was open because my grandad was there painting it, although he didn't realise I was there....

After being bored there for a few hours I went back home and no one had actually realised I'd gone

Slightly different, but when I was about 7 I ran away from home - only to come back 10 minutes later because I'd missed the bus!

As a teen I flounced off from DM in central London, had my own ticket knew how to get home without her. Got back to the mainline terminal, ran to catch the train just as it was due to depart, jumped on feeling smug, only it was then delayed so I just sat there, until she got onto exactly the same carriage 45 minutes later with a coffee and a very nice looking pastry (she did give me the pastry)

I stormed out of my parents' house shouting that I was going home and would never come back.

My car wouldn't start...

Sarah, well I thought it was very funny !

I once flounced from a party, into the snow. Only no one had noticed I'd gone. I slunk back in after a minute or two with a little pyramid of snow on my head...Then they noticed me.

DH once tried to storm off to his study in our last house, slamming the door behind him. It was a sliding door. It came half off its runners and jammed shut, with him inside. He couldn't get out and had to plead with me to try and help him.

He would admit now that it was a very ineffectual storming off, and I was so busy pissing myself laughing that it took me ages to hook it back into position.

Neither of us even remember what the argument had been about, just him slamming the study door and becoming marooned in there.

At least you didn't storm off the back of a moving ship.