I stormed off ineffectively

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I am totally BU.

On holiday and so drunk last night I tried to storm off but I couldn't work out how to leave the pool area of the hotel and just walked around the pool repeatedly, getting more cross with every circuit.

I am a total knob, please tell me IABU 😁

Is it on CCtv at the resort? Hope it Is, you'll be giving the staff a good laugh at your antics.

I stormed off from an awful meal with an awful ex ... straight through the doors into the restaurant kitchen (thought it was the exit). Managed to continue the flounce ... back past the ex at the table. Glared at him and bashed my way through the doors ... into the toilet!

I left eventually through the right door but all the momentum was gone.

I once had a blazing row with a friend and ran home. She followed me so I slammed the door in her face. Unfortunately, we'd only just moved in and the old front door was one large glass panel. The whole lot shattered and we both burst out laughing.

The geography kid has just killed me dead 😂😂😂😂😂😂

During a family day out (DM, me and 2 DC's)to a rather nice Spanish seaside resort we carefully chose a lovely restaurant and settled to our table on the outside veranda. As we began to choose our food my DF noticed that the service charge would be added to the bill...and off he flounced!

We all stayed where we were, ordered our 'menu of the day', enjoyed our 3 courses (with wine!) whilst he (as the driver) sat and watched us from a bench on the opposite side of the road!

( and then after driving us all home had to make himself a sandwich as my DM refused to cook for him!)

Love these!!

Not so much a flounce, as a poorly executed exit idea:

When I was old enough to know better a teenage, I decided I was ‘running away’. This was very much pre-mobiles, and I didn’t want them to worry, so I left my parents a note saying I had ran away. And telling them where I was going. And the approximate time I would get there.

I set off on my bike to my grandmother’s house - several miles away - and then promptly told her I had ‘run away’. About 10 minutes later, my parents arrived, loaded my bike into the car and took me home, stating I’d basically just gone for an early morning visit to my Nan.

They had a point. I don’t think I really understood - or was very good at - the whole ‘running away’ thing!

I love this thread , the geography kid , pedalo and thanks for walking the dog are great .

I tried to flounce of when I was about 10 , my DM had given me a stack of ironed and folded clothes to take to my room she then gave me something else to take upstairs ( loo rolls i think ) I shouted what do you think I am a ambidextrous ( god knows where I got that word from ) I meant to say octopus , I got up about four steps on the stairs and heard DM & DD burst out laughing so I very carefully put the washing down went back down the stairs and slammed the door as hard as I could but my foot was in the way so I squashed my toes , i then stamped up stairs hard with one foot and put the sore one down very carefully.

Failed on so many levels

At 39 weeks pregnant, and perhaps a tiny bit emotional and unreasonable, I had a blazing row with DH and decided he was an ultimate twat and I'd leave him. I flounced back to my old flat, complete with enough food/ bedding/supplies for a few days and thought that would really 'show him' as he didn't know where I'd gone. I missed a Sunday roast in the pub but it was okay as it was going to prove a point.

Five hours later I stomped back into our home as I'd forgotten there was no furniture or heating on in the old flat, it was utterly freezing and sitting on the floor with a huge bump was miserable. I got home and tried to maintain my chin-in-the-air righteousness but it's was too hard not to recognise how dickish I'd been!

I tried to storm out of soft play after a row with DH, but I had my baby in my arms, so I couldn’t manage to hold down the button and push the gate at the same time (it’s in a hard to reach spot for obvious reasons!), so stood there pressing the button and then pushing the gate ineffectively for what felt like about 5 hours before someone rescued me

Oh and I forgot until earlier about the time I flounced off from my then partner (over something stupid), I got lost, and he had to come find me.

Then the time same partner's best-friend was being a complete dick to me in the car and I just got out of the car at a traffic light and walked off. 🚦

Actually I think the second one was effective, so nevermind.

Aged around 8 or 9, I was at a Brownie camp which was always in what was a village school once upon a time.

I was in a room of about 6 bunk beds and the other girls in the room were annoying me, especially the girl above who kept leaning over to talk to me and prod me.

So I gathered up my duvet and flounced out into the cold hall. I had nowhere to go,
I wasn't about to go and see any of the Brownie leaders so I perched on the window ledge.

The story as I've always told it is that I slept on the window ledge for a while then went back to bed hours later when they had quietened down but I've seen that window ledge as a young adult and it was about 6 inches wide... I'm not sure I would have been able to sit on it much less sleep.

Oh I forgot a bloody corker of a flounce. Had huge row with new partner. Had to go to work regardless. I left the house mad as all hell, shouting I guess i will see you tonight Steve.
He was rather stunned, as Steve was the ex's name. This one was called Andrew.
I felt bad for about one second, then mad so I carried on with the flounce.
Yet I still feel a bit guilty, sigh.

I remember flouncing and having all these plans of how I was going to spend the day to myself. I ended up in a petrol station car park with a Subway sandwich and magazine, wishing the time away so I could go home ...

Oh and I once witnessed someone’s attempt to storm out of a house with a 42” TV. That was a good one
Are you sure they were not nicking it

My old neighbour was a flouncer but she didn't argue in English so I never knew why she was flouncing out the house !
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I knew of someone (not me honest) who did a massive flounce out of a committee meeting only to return rather sheepishly five minutes later to retrieve her handbag

My ex tried to storm off once in an epic ‘I’m leaving you’ style (I actually really wanted him to leave me).

It was so dramatic as he flounced towards the back door saying he was ‘going to get his power tools’ and he was ‘going to live in a tent’.

He angrily races out of the back doors but he didn’t get very far because the Man Cardigan he was wearing got well and truly stuck on the door handle.

There was no way he could redeem back his angry moment.

Years and years ago when I was a student I had a blazing row with my then boyfriend.

I stormed off up the road after a good front door slam, thinking he’d follow me to apologise. I sat in the crappy little play park nearby waiting for him to come along, like in the movies, declaring his sincere apologies and undying love for me.

Yeah. No.

I sat there like a right div for ages until I was cold, hungry and needed a wee, then went back and he was asleep on the sofa. Fucker.

I flounced off on skis.

As an uncoordinated, grumpy teen in a family of professional level skiers, I got the hump. It was the umpteenth day they’d dragged me up Swiss Black runs and micromanaged my descents. DGF and DM got a dramatic telling off by me, all about child abuse and ‘my rights’ (you know the one).

To add insult to injury, they ignored me and kept chatting about best strategies for the tricky descent. Instead of twinging that this might be a good clue to tune in, i huffed off straight down the run.

After nearly being killed 3 times by Olympic skiers coming over the top of me, I took off my skies (still in high-dugeon defiance) and WALKED 4 vertical freezing scary kilometres down the mountain. I badly needed a cuddle, a hot choccy and a wee. It took hours.

Got to the bottom to find my family merrily tucking into sausage & chips at the restaurant, never even noticed I was missing. Well until the Olympic skiers saw me join them, and came over to complain to my mum about what a danger I was!

Readers, I never skied again. That showed ‘em.

I once stormed off, drove away, got to Tesco, sat in the car listening to the radio for an hour. Then thought I'd best go home - flat battery, had to call him to come and get me.

Years before, a different dp, I much more effectively stormed out of the house. He came out after me, I hid behind a car, he walked off looking for me, I let myself back in the house, grabbed the spare duvet and slept on the sofa in the spare room. He didn't know I was there til morning.

I once stormed up to sit on a chair after a rant at work, all on my high horse. Turns out the person who had the chair before me had adjusted it to the lowest height.

I sat down on it still mid flounce, fell straight on my bottom like a sack of potatoes. Took me off my high horse that's for sure.

@Skittlesandbeer
I feel you should be awarded a medal for your commitment to flounce.

Taking off your skis and walking 4km really was my favourite bit.

By the way. This might make it more annoying but your family did notice you were missing. They just decided to be really annoying by pretending they hadn't. They probably did that
"Shush! Shush! She's coming! Remember our plan!" thing when you approached them.

Kudos to you my friend.
You owned the teenage flounce.

A friend of mine clouded out of the house she shared with her fiancé at the time.

She decided to take the car and go and get some cigarettes. Unfortunately she took a wrong turn and then phoned me (Bluetooth of course) with the phrase
"I only on the M-fucking-25! I can't get off for two junctions!"

I laughed a great deal - but in sympathy of course.

Attempted a flounce from a tiny rocky outcrop on the end of a headland because DP was taking other girls water-skiing (they were good, I was crap, hence why I'd been plonked on a rock 'to watch)'.

It involved a 20 minute scramble up a terrifying cliff, peeing in a rock-pool and a 40 minute walk back with no shoes on. Not my finest hour.

Skittlesandbeer I fear we're cut from a similar cloth