To ask the most immature or spoiled behaviour you've seen from an adult?

[HellaFitzgerald]

Today, in the supermarket, I saw a woman (I actually heard her before I rounded the corner and saw her, to be accurate) of about 40 loudly berating a man who worked there about something she wanted not being in stock. She then started to jump up and down on the spot stamping her feet like a toddler and then sat cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the aisle, arms folded, bottom lip pouted out. I was mortified for her, the worker, the people witnessing it, for everyone involved. It was so bizarre (though I was secretly glad to witness it as everyone on here always shares bizarre stories from people in public and I always feel left out I'd never seen anything before)

I'm just here for the hilarious panini squabbles 😂

Whatever you think, certain disabilities certainly do make this behaviour a possible/likely explanation
Tough.

Language evolves and it does so through usage. Trying to look clever by using french/swedish/Italian grammar or pronunciations when speaking English is just a failure to grasp how language actually works.

I doubt that many people realise the origins of so many words we use in English, bungalow, pyjamas, veranda etc. and have no idea how they were originally pronounced in Hindi etc..

One of the funniest thread derails I've ever seen on MN

Much a dough about panino 🤣🤣🤣

In all seriousness it’s derailed a great thread.

Someone doesn't know the meaning of "material disadvantage". Whoops 😁

which makes perfect sense.
unlike my Mother whom I remember correcting the pronunciation of a person saying the word 'Glasgow' when pulling into the station for her 1st visit. The person whose pronunciation she was 'correcting'? The Glasweigian train conductor. She had no interest in the fact she was a: wrong & b. rude.

Love this one.

I have one. I was walking to weigh my baby (she was in a sling) and I was pushing my toddler in the buggy. It was a cold, wet winter day and I glanced into a pub that I passed on the way. There was a mum and daughter who were sitting in the pub and they both looked directly at me. I didn't think anything of it. The weighing clinic was only 2 more minutes walk. When I got to the clinic, I had to go up in the lift. The lift was there and surprise, surprise the young woman from the pub was already in the lift with her son in a giant buggy. There was room for me in the lift too so I rode up with her. I sort of didn't realise what was going on and so briefly asked her about her baby. She was pretty quiet and then I realised why. Her CF mum had taken the stairs to get ahead of me in the queue. I mean, it was just bizarre. They'd obviously guessed correctly where I was headed and decided to rush out to get ahead of me in the queue. Yeah, well done, you win!

cAn I hAve oNe chEese tOastieS pLz?

Bet you all order a cappuccino after 11am as well.

🙄

Side note and addition to the derailment, when I worked in Paris (over 10 years ago now mind), none of the Parisians pronounced it as Pareee they included the s at the end and found it funny that those using French as a second language left it off.

I also now really fancy a tuna melt, either in panini or panino form.

Yeah I fancy a couple of paninos as well.

I was once on a train with my mother (Aberdeen to Edinburgh). When we got on we found seats which weren't reserved. As we got to inverkeithing (just outside Edinburgh) two women got on and said they had reserved our seats and asked us to move. My mother very abruptly told them the seats were not reserved and we would not be moving. The women got the train guard over who confirmed the seats were reserved and there had been a mistake in putting reserved tickets on them. Cue my mother full on screaming in this poor man's face about how they were not reserved and she would not be moving. The guard stood his ground and I (aged 11 or 12 at this point btw) had to do a head down walk of shame behind my mother through the whole carriage of people staring at us as we left. We stood for the next 15 minutes until we got to our stop. She now pretends this never happened.

There have been numerous other similar incidents but this one sticks out because I had to deal with it on my own.

I was staying in a small hotel in Sicily about 20 years ago (only about six rooms). A couple in their early 20s came down to breakfast on their first morning, she was in a perfectly normal sundress and he was wearing flip flops and a sarong (the beach was a fair distance away and it was really not appropriate for the place). He proceeded to throw an absolute strop because there were no eggs in the (perfectly delicious and wide ranging) continental breakfast and "breakfast isn't breakfast without eggs". He repeated this several times whilst huffing and puffing, and the other tables exchanged glances and tried not to laugh. The elderly couple who ran the place were bemused, but the following morning provided him with a fried egg. His girlfriend ate at different times to him for the next few days, and I don't imagine the relationship lasted.

I also remember the gentleman in his 60s shouting at the person running a Cambridge punt hire when they explained that they were closed for the day and were only there for the last couple of returns. "Are you telling me that I come back to Cambridge for the first time in 40 years and I can't hire a punt? Is that what you are telling me? I can't believe this". I'm sure it was disappointing, but surely you check opening times if it is that important to you?

@mam0918 I'm with you would not eat someone's half eaten food. !! I'm not even keen on people taking a crisp out of my bag!

These stories are nothing. Years ago I visited some museum in London, can't remember the name but seem to recall that it was on Baker St. Place was absolutely rammed with A-list celebs. Dozens of 'em. Tried being friendly, but they all totally ignored me like I wasn't there. Bizarre. And rude.

My DM lives on the other side of the world. DH and I were visiting with 3 small children, but not staying with her as she didn't have space. We went round to visit her one afternoon and there was a man there who was introduced as a cousin I hadn't seen since I was about 2yo. He lived a long way away and was visiting other relatives nearby and my DM had invited him round for tea and cake. She hadn't told us about his visit, but we were happy to meet him and sit down for a chat, but as soon as we arrived my DM announced that she was 'tired and going to bed', it was about 5pm.

DH and I were like 'WTAF?' as we were planning to have a quick tea with DM and then drive our kids back to our cottage and feed them and put them to bed. So we were stuck for several hours trying to amuse this cousin who we didn't know. It was unbelievably awkward and my DM stayed in her bedroom the whole time.

The next day I confronted her about it and she said 'when I saw his face I realised I didn't like him!'. When I asked her why she didn't like him, she couldn't remember 🙄.

This is fairly standard behaviour for her, does my head in.

We actually call them poonanis ( a la Ali G) in our house

BloodAndFire Language evolves and it does so through usage. Trying to look clever by using french/swedish/Italian grammar or pronunciations when speaking English is just a failure to grasp how language actually works.

My dialect is based on Danish/Norwegian because it was spoken where my family originate in Britain until more recently than anywhere else. My relatives literally live in a place ending in "berry" because that is the way it is pronounced because it means a hill and not because it has anything to do with the fruit. Again, assuming everyone speaks the same way as in the south of England and trying to be patronising about it isn't as clever as you think.

All this fuss about pronouncing panino/paninis.

There would be pearl-clutching at our local sandwich takeaway...they do PANINI'S. In capitals with an apostrophe.😀

Not when we’re in Italy no, as it’s considered a breakfast coffee.

and mine. keeps threatening to leave everything to the cats home ... and then flips when we agree that is a great idea

My husband's from Wales and knows someone who moved there, learned the language, and told the locals that they were all pronouncing the name of their village wrong

My uncle's ex wife did this too. We would fly over to the states to see them, and would look forward to some nice evenings on the terrace, etc, but they would bigger off to bed at 8pm stating 'we have 4 dogs, we get up early'. This even used to apply to New Year's Eve.

Grazie mille @SavageTomato

I mean @pomodoroselvaggio

Well thank god for that. I was beginning to worry we'd all forgotten our proper word's