Mine isn't dramatic but it was pathetic and cringeworthy nevertheless. Our hero was a work colleague of mine in his mid to late twenties, a little sensitive and utterly mollycoddled by his parents. One evening at work, he prepares to put his microwave meal in the microwave oven but, having read the heating instructions, he learns that said meal is "Not suitable for microwave cooking". Fair enough, that's a bummer, especially when you're peckish on a late shift. His reaction was to phone his Mum straight away and whine to her, rather than taking it on the chin and nipping out to the shops or for fish and chips. In other words, taking appropriate responsibility for his meals like a grown man should do didn't occur to him. His priority was to go crying to Mummy. Drip. Painful and ridiculous.