Have enjoyed the various "toddler meltdown" threads over the years - you know the ones where the sandwich was cut the wrong way or the sky was the wrong shade of blue 
Well this morning my only interaction with my 17 year old DD had her complaining that:
(super whingey tone) "this isn't fair! My arms just aren't strong enough for this!!! You know I've no upper arm strength" as i callously showed her how to empty and clean the tumble dryer filter so she could dry HER clothes. Take away is: I'm to blame for her lack of upper arm strength: Noted.
5 minutes later she is making herself a sandwich. I've bought a Warburtons loaf this morning.
(totally exasperated tone) "Mum, can you PLEASE stop buying bread that's about to go out of date!"
Confused, I check the date of the bread. It says the 15th March. She continues "exactly! The last loaf ran out on the 13th!!" (the loaf we finished yesterday, on the 11th) 
When I politely and calmly suggested she call the team at Warburtons to complain, as i can only purchase the bread that is available with the dates that are offered, she rolled her eyes and said" it's really not ok"
I long for toddler tantrums. They were so much more reasonable.