I once wandered into our local charity shop and a woman followed me in
i was looking through their cross stitch kits when I heard the woman having a real shit fit-she’d seen a vintage typewriter in a cabinet for £50 and wanted it
she just didn’t want to pay for it
full on toddler tantrum (on the floor and everything)
the staff offered her 10% off it but that wasn’t good enough for her-they had to ring the police when she tried to smash the glass to get at it
loads of screaming about how they got it for free and that meant she shouldn’t have to pay for it either
my mother when my brother and sister in law got married
they are cf’s-it was amusing to watch them battle their way to who was paying for what-they wanted a big day that made the royal wedding look like a do in a scout hut-they just didn’t want to pay for it
anyway,my parents met her parents and my (narcissistic) mother decided that she was much better than them because my (enabler) father and herself had bought their house before they had (I know-makes sense)
they finally made it to the big day,my mother is dressed up (for her) and the brides mother rocks up wearing a nicer outfit and make up-my mother has never worn make up in her life,which is fine-her choice
cue my mother having the hissy fit from hell as mother of the bride looked nicer than she did everyone just looked at her,but we are used to it so we all refused to pander to her
she stomped out and missed the ceremony-somehow this is all my fault for not telling her she looked nicer and that ‘the mother of the groom is always overlooked’
i don’t get on with my brother (I’m nc with the lot of them now) but even I felt for them-what a start to married life