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)

Well I came on to post a story but now I just want to eat panini (maybe singular, maybe plural, I haven't decided)

My MIL has a friend who loves to be centre of attention and gets annoyed if she thinks someone else is getting attention or if there is some sort of drama that she's not involved in. FIL didn't like her at all and made no secret of this. FIL had a terminal illness and one day when we and friend were both visiting her he became very unwell so MIL and DH took him to the hospital. Friend left and I stayed at MIL's house with our 2 small children. Friend called me about every hour, getting increasingly angry that MIL had not contacted her with an update. Eventually DH called me to say that FIL was not expected to live so they would be staying as long as necessary. I told Friend this when she next called and she got annoyed that DH had called me but MIL had not called her. Then she kept calling asking for updates and expected me to agree that it was unfair on me and her to be left at home with no information when MIL and DH were 'where it's all happening' (her exact words). FIL did survive but was in ICU for quite a long time with only immediate family allowed to visit. Friend wanted to visit and took it upon herself to go along and plead with staff to let her in, crying and claiming to be 'like a sister' to him (DH soon made it clear that this was not the case).

This isn't really rude but one of my friends does ticketing for a large scale event that involves giving people who have purchased tickets wristbands, and the amount of people who demand that she puts the wristband on them like a baby waiting to be dressed is astounding.

She told me the other week she had a woman who not only demanded that she put her wrist band on for her, but made her do it three times, because the first one was too loose and the second too tight.

Still, nice to see Goldilocks is doing well.

My example is me when I was very pregnant with DC1. I usually shopped at a big Tesco but for some reason now-ExH was accompanying me on this occasion and he drove us to a moderately-sized Sainsbury's. I wasn't best pleased because I didn't know where anything was, but got a basket anyway. I got as far as the vegetable aisle not very far before dropping my basket dramatically, bursting into tears and declaring that 'this shop doesn't sell anything I want to buy'. He took me to Tesco.

@SDTGisAnEvilWolefGenius I had a similar Christmas based meltdown the year we had the lockdown Christmas. Was super stressed and could not cope with people not sticking to The Plan. I'm normally quite chilled but it was a difficult year 😅

It doesn't support what you're saying. You do understand that, don't you?

Masculine, I reckon:

Lo squabblo (the squabble)
Gli squabbli (the squabbles)

quelli che squabbilutono (those who squabble)

One Christmas Day when I was about 15/16. I was hungover, tired and I'd just come on.

I'd asked for some DVDs and my mum bought the wrong one.

I cried.

Sil threw a complete tantrum and ran out of a venue crying because I'd lost weight. By being very sick for six months and losing three stone I'd completely upstaged her. It wasn't her wedding or anything like that just a birthday party for bil. Actual snot and tears crying, foot stamping and name calling. So glad she's my ex sil

I’ve had this same issue being a wheelchair user. Long queue at supermarket facilities. I asked if anyone was waiting for the disabled loo and was told to get in line - I wasn’t ‘entitled’ to use the disabled toilet before other (able bodied) people as the queue was for both.

There is nothing in law to stop able bodied people using a disabled toilet but the facilities are there for a reason - many disabilities affect bowel/bladder continence and there are stoma patients or those who have IBS/Crohns who may have urgency. Also a lot of disabled people may not be able to stand for very long in a queue. There’s is also the fact that wheelchair users just can’t use a normal size stall so in this situation would be at the back of the queue in both lines, but for one toilet. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been panicking about having an accident because someone is taking ages in the disabled loo and when the door opens it turns out to be mother and child, or in one instance a teenager using it as a changing room. I’ve even had someone apologise and say they always use it because the washing facilities are so much nicer !!

On this occasion I was desperate and quietly wheeled out to the customer service desk and asked what was the store policy. The assistant got up and went into the toilets and asked whether any disabled people were waiting. No one said a word and when the loo vacated she ushered me into it. There were some grumbles and I overheard her telling customers that the disabled loo would be locked in future and a Radar key would be available at the desk for anyone disabled who needed to use it. It’s a contentious issue and a lot of disabled people would tell you it’s just one more instance of able bodied people trying to appropriate something meant for disabled people without actually being entitled to it.

It concludes we are both right. You do understand that, don't you?

I assume you mean the paper ones with sticky bits?

To be fair they are pretty hard for even NT people to put on (I have to do DH) since you have to do it 1 handed so for people with invisable nurological disabilities (like me) that effected our abilty to do fine motor tasks it can be pretty impossible.

Venues use to always fasten them on as you entered, it pretty recent that they just sort of chuck them at you and expect you to fasten them on yourself.

The word 'demanding' makes it seem unreasonable (most people dont automatically demand stuff) but ASKING the person in change of wristbands to fit a wristband (which is hard to impossible to do yourself and which use to always be done as standard) is NOT unreasonable at all and pretty much should be a standard part of their job.

Yep. Thank you for stating it clearly. Either one is right.

So really... there was no justification at all for correcting the poster who (it seems centuries ago now) told the story of she and her husband arguing over where they buy their panini.

She was right. And didn't need to be corrected. Wasn't she?

I do.

And I order gin before 5 o'clock.

No fucks.

🤣🤣🤣

Oh god, yes please. Then we could settle the question of how many Cinzano Biancos constitute a Cinzani Bianci, or how many Martinos in a Martini !! Should an Espresso Martini actually be an Espressi Martino ? !!

I once clicked off a really interesting thread on mumsnet due to pathetic quibbling (on both sides) about a bit of bread. Idiots.

We've all learnt something here.

Yourself included.

Ah, the 'yourself' jumped the shark. Badly played.

@BloodAndFire

your posts have really made me laugh, you are very witty and funny! Thank you 😊

Oh shut up you tedious fucking pair.

Many years ago I worked in an office with a woman who had moved from another department on its’ closure the previous year. In her previous department she’d been recommended for promotion several years running but because she wasn’t experienced or familiar enough with the work in our office, she wasn’t recommended this particular year. She had an absolute meltdown, called her line manager an arsehole and the rest of us ‘dickheads’ and stormed out. The following day she sent in a sick note written for three months - anxiety and depression. She led HR a dance when it came time to return to work, insisting on ‘light duties’ and part time hours for months afterwards because her mental health was ‘fragile’. Needless to say, she never got that promotion.

Awww cheers mate. Virtually clinking a glass at you

A bit of bad temperino here !!

Oh, mucho hilariusicus.

Ah, see, you're getting sucked in now.

Molto furioso.