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)

XH.

In our first year of marriage, he insisted that my son, then aged 9, mow the lawn, because he had always had to mow his family's lawn and it hadn't done him any harm blah blah blah.

DS1 had a good go, but it wasn't perfect because he'd never had to mow a lawn before. XH berated him and then flounced outside to angrily mow the lawn 'properly'.

He was so busy showing us both how great he was at mowing lawns,and telling ds1 how easy it was to do it 'properly', that he mowed over the cable. Several times.

Obviously the mower cut out, so he pushed the mower away petulantly and stomped inside, all red-faced and fuming.

I couldn't help myself. I laughed so much.

He also used to do this weird little wiggle when he gave me a hug, like a small child who was excited for Christmas morning or something. Very odd.

I nearly murdered DH in Tesco once in a ridiculous argument over whether we usually bought Paninis loose from the bakery or wrapped on the shelf. It went on for the entire shop and I knew I was being utterly ridiculous but couldn’t bring myself to back down from it.
I went to my GP a few days later and begged for HRT. All is well again 😂😂
and I was right we bought them from the bakery

About 25 years ago my Uncle - who must have been early 60s at the time - exchanged Christmas presents with my parents.

I don't think he and my Auntie had bought anything very much for my parents (can't remember exactly what it was, but something small and decorative).

Anyway, my parents had bought them a new house phone - it was a nice one and they had bought it because they'd asked my Auntie if there's anything they'd like and she had said a house phone for upstairs would be great. So they'd bought them a proper decent one (by 1990s standards).

My Uncle went into a meltdown, and sulked (or in Welsh patriarchal parlance of the day 'pouted') to the extent that my parents were so worried how deeply they had offended him with a gift that was both a) practical b) asked for and c) far more expensive than what they had been given that they had to wheel out a portrait they had commissioned by an artist friend of theirs of said sulky uncle which they had intended to give him on his birthday but had to wheel out early to placate him.

Thus, the 60plus year old man was placated in the manner of a giant toddler being shown a mirror - "look, look, whose that? Do you recognise him?"

I'm no contact with all of my family now and this story tells about 1% of the reason why.

I wasted over 2 years of my life with an utter asshole.

One night, we went to a posh restaurant with his family. There was about 10 of us there. ExTwat got into a row with his mum over whether or not the police could collect DNA samples from people in custody. He actually stood up, shouted at his mum, and walked out the restaurant. He was one of the people driving us there, so half of us had to book a cab back home.

My ExH had a meltdown, stamping and shouting because his mum had bought him a brown wallet instead of a black one. He pouted all Christmas Day like a little child.

A woman entered our offices one day via the fire exit in our CEOs office, he’d used it to sneak out of the office one day to buy an ice cream and didn’t close it. She made her way into the CFOs office which was piled high with files and started screaming at him and throwing files everywhere, she even threw a stapler at him, she also had a child about 11 with her. She was kicking off because we had found out she had been lying about something and was expecting her to cover the costs of something we had supplied her and she had used.

Same company the GMs would regularly have screaming matches, slamming doors and storming out of the office. Actually, thinking about it my ExH worked there at the same time, we met there 🤔

SIL's jealousy. Her and BIL invited this couple around, BIL's friends. SIL had never met the woman before. This lady was really well dressed, had an amazing job, speaks three languages etc etc. She also ended up dancing flamenco around the living room.

SIL was actually green with envy at this woman. She couldn't even speak. It was mind boggling how jealous she was.

I was mortified for her, the worker, the people witnessing it, for everyone involved.

Why would you be mortified for a complete stranger? Who cares?

Currently the stoner next door is driving up and down the shared rural driveway with his tractor. Not mowing, not anything mechanical or farm related. Just driving it up and down...

My MIL sulked for 5 days because we caught her inviting her friends (14 people) to our wedding and said no (we paid for our wedding ourselves) so she had to uninvited them.

But she also sulked because SIL refused to let her take DN at 1 week old to the pub so she could show him off to friends.

We have a never ending supply of her behaviour when she doesnt get what she wants.

I worked at a school and the deputy head had a screaming tantrum because someone told her we were out of washing machine powder after the shopping had just been bought.
She was sat at the computer when informed, began screaming, banging her hands on the desk and keyboard, stamping her feet and drooling. She then sighed and carried on as normal.

In hindsight she was in a very stressful job; deputy head, safeguarding lead, early years lead, wrap around care lead and so on. Son just going to university, very sick husband (who sadly passed away a few months later) and elderly parents to deal with and this was the straw that broke the camels back as she was going to have to go to Tesco on the way home instead of just going home to look after everyone.
However I had only just started there and it was quite bizarre at the time and a bit scary.
Thankfully she managed to remove some of the stressors of work and her job scope was was scaled back immensely and she was a lovely colleague to have.

My mother on my DD1’s first Christmas Day. Because we had split families and associated politics to deal with and grandparents as well, we decided to invite people to ours for different meals all through the entire day and evening. (Exhausting but better than schlepping around all day between them with an exhausted baby.) I invited my parents to have breakfast with us and enjoy DD1 opening her first presents. She thought that was a lovely idea and we arranged everyone else around that. On Christmas Eve, she informed me that I was to take DD1 to hers for her big Christmas lunch. I explained that it was impossible because I had guests coming to mine, and reminded her that she and dad were coming for breakfast. “Oh, yes, yes, yes….” I cooked a fabulous breakfast and of course they didn’t show up. When I rang to see where they were, she blamed Dad and said he had wanted a sleep in, but it’s okay as we would see her at lunch. Explained once again that we were not coming. She hung up on me. Later that day she rang me because there were lots of her friends at her house and she wanted to show DD1 off, asking when we were getting there, and berating me for being late. Once again I told her that we had never agreed to come to her house. Late in the afternoon, she drove up my driveway, right through our garden and onto our lawn (WTAF) and started screaming profanities at us through the window, saying how she’d never been so embarrassed… paying no attention to the fact that we had some of my DH’s relatives at our place, including his very elderly grandmother. He told her to leave. Next thing, she was still screaming and threw the presents she had bought for DD1 over the high fence (into newly planted flowers) shrieking about how ungrateful we were. I cried, DH’s grandmother cried for me and of course she promptly “forgot” about her tantrum the next time she wanted to see my baby.

Ooooh, and my next pregnancy was B/G twins. We told everyone the sexes, but kept their names secret until they were born as we did with DD1. Mum was not remotely interested in the girl twin, but kept insisting on telling everyone that we were calling the boy Jamie. We assured her that we absolutely were not. Shortly before their due date, she presented us with a set of blue towels with the name, “Jamie” monogrammed on them. (Once again, disregarding the girl twin). We told her that neither baby was going to be called Jamie, so maybe she could donate them to someone with that name. Nope…. When the twins were born, we announced their ACTUAL names and her first response was “But what about the towels?”

My SIL is a wealth of this kind of behaviour. Just today she berated her stepfather for not buying branded ice creams at the supermarket for dessert, yelled at her mum because her mum wouldn't give the cat a second pouch of food (the cat is overweight and doesn't need extra food) and threw a hissy fit because she dripped some pasta sauce on her own white top. She's 28 years old and I'd say my 9 month old has more emotional maturity.

Wow. I'm so sorry. I thought some of my relations were dozy and entitled but that takes the biscuit.
My story is about an ex. He had more red flags than a carnival but somehow I still allowed him to waste 18 months of my life. I had just moved in with him and it was a part of London which I didn't really know. His thing was gaslighting me. He had female 'friends' which he would flirt with and then act as if I were crazy if I got annoyed. One day we were in the pub. He did his usual routine and when I called him out, he went crazy. He started shouting at me. He had driven us there. He had a tantrum and drove off. So I was left there in a pub in a part of London I didn't know. I think I managed to get a cab. The shittiness of leaving your girlfriend like that. I should have dumped him then but it took over a year. I felt trapped because I'd moved in with him. I thought I loved him but leaving him was a very smart decision.

Very early days. My DD didn't say anything but noises till over two...she six now and vvvvvvv chatty and chat to anyone.. questions all the time.. She an early walker though so think did that rather than learnt to talk . Children learn at different rates. You saying your DD doing talking early. .she will do something else vvvv late. Honestly no rush. If the nursery concerned they say something.

Wrong thread sorry

A woman at work had decided the storage cupboard was hers, for no real reason other than she ordered the stationary in. It was a huge cupboard and stationary took up about 5% of it. One evening the sales team decided to store some stuff in there, one of them asked me if I could help. I carried one box and left it outside the door for the man that was putting the boxes in the cupboard. I was the only woman involved.

The next day, the self proclaimed keeper of the cupboard came over while I was talking to my boss and starting having a go about how I left the cupboard a mess. I told her I didn’t even go in the cupboard just carried one box over and that someone else was putting the boxes in. She literally stamped her foot and was just shouting and almost growling. My boss told her to go away and calm down. My bosses boss, was also say near by and watched the whole thing.

About 5 minutes later the woman’s boss came over and had a go at me, apparently she had come over to find out what was going on, I had screamed her and then told her to fuck off. I just started laughing. Both bosses that saw it came to my defence and told that’s not what happened.

This issue, the messy cupboard being me and me talking her to fuck off, kept raising it head about once a week for a few months until she was disciplined for bullying.

Oddly, she never confronted any of the male sales team over it.

Sister kept beloved deceased dad in the 'fridge' for three weeks so she could go on holiday.

BFF berated waitress for putting gravy on mash (steak pie, peas and mash) insisted on new mash in a separate dish which she squirted Tom sauce on. I have never been back.

No it's not, there are plenty of entitled selfish twits out there.

I thought that too. It sounds very unusual for a neurotypical adult but quite understandable for someone with a low mental age.

what I think is immature, though not childish because children don’t do this, is road rage. So many drivers losing their shit over the most petty little things. How embarrassing to be such a twat.

I'm sorry but reading that just made my head hurt 😩

Seriously - this was my mother- exactly my mother. She’s dead now- life is easier.

SavBbunny · Today 06:17
Sister kept beloved deceased dad in the 'fridge' for three weeks so she could go on holiday.

Im here for the explanation about PP dad.

The sister delayed the funeral for a holiday.

I once had a full blown hissyfit at DH because one of the Christmas tree legs wasn't in the box so I couldn't put it up exactly when I wanted.

He has put it away the year before so I accused him of losing the leg on purpose and 'hating christmas'.

I was near hysterical.

Anyway the missing leg was caught up in the largest part of the tree.

I was very early pregnant with my eldest and it was a very angry pregnancy for me, I would get really angry about the silliest things for no reason. Def not my finest hour, and yes I did apologise.