At the pub watching the football and a group of absolute knobs start banging into our table when England scored. Like you and shouting and dancing and smashing into other people. Now I don't really care about them, but I got up to go to the loo at the same time England scored and they smashed into my chair, and knocked me into the table and I knocked over a few beers.
My husband said 'oy be careful' and they called him a specky 4 eyed cunt and said I was a fat knob head. I got my keys and walked out to go home. Waited on a bench outside to calm down and thought no why should I go home from a pub we go to multiple times a week because of drunken knob heads.
So I went back in and ordered a beer, spoke to the landlord and asked if they were coming on Sunday because if they were We aren't and we as a group of friends come in quite a lot. He reassured me that if they tried to book they wouldn't be allowed because that's not on.
He told them this and they shouted mi'll fucking r*pe you. So that's nice.
But aibu to be really proud I didn't cry, I didn't go home and I stood up for myself?
Ps I know one of the people at the table who went mental as he's a barman at the other pub in the village!