Anyone who’s spent time around kids knows exactly what a tantrum looks (and sounds) like. It’s loud, messy, and all part of being little. And the reasons don’t always make sense to the rest of us. Case in point: My friend’s two-year-old once had a complete meltdown because she moved a craft knife out of his reach. I mean, the audacity!
As we grow up, we learn to keep our composure (mostly) when things don’t go our way. So when a full-grown adult completely loses it over something seemingly insignificant, the results can range from hilarious to genuinely unsettling. The people in this thread have seen it happen firsthand, and they shared all the details about the ridiculously petty things that set these adults off.
#1
Working in a restaurant in a resort where we are full up on reservations almost every day but we do have additional seats in a counter style seating for walk-ins, but there is still a wait list. Guest get the standard SOP spiel but was displeased that he couldn't just sit where he wanted. Comes in with family and take up seats at the counter (displacing another guest to do it) and refused to cooperate. Just stated that " I'm here now so take care of me or call security." Security was called, he was removed from the restaurant, and kicked out of the resort as well.
14points
#2
My 7 year old was the center of attention at my 7 year olds birthday party. My brother - my son's uncle - stormed out because no one was paying attention to him.
11points
#3
A free bagel.
My mom's uncle came to visit, and my family took him to a small family run bagel shop. The uncle made a huge deal out of picking out his bagel, loudly weighing the pros and cons of his top two choices before picking one.
When we got home, we discovered the bagel shop guy tossed in the uncle's second choice bagel for free. This caused my mom's uncle to lose his ever loving mind. We better not have been charged for it! Why did he think we wanted an extra bagel?? How dare he?? He brought up this extra bagel at least once a day for the rest of the trip. I'm pretty sure he's the only person who has let a free bagel ruin his vacation.
My mom's uncle came to visit, and my family took him to a small family run bagel shop. The uncle made a huge deal out of picking out his bagel, loudly weighing the pros and cons of his top two choices before picking one.
When we got home, we discovered the bagel shop guy tossed in the uncle's second choice bagel for free. This caused my mom's uncle to lose his ever loving mind. We better not have been charged for it! Why did he think we wanted an extra bagel?? How dare he?? He brought up this extra bagel at least once a day for the rest of the trip. I'm pretty sure he's the only person who has let a free bagel ruin his vacation.
9points
As amusing as the otherwise sweet two-year-old’s craft-knife tantrum was for the rest of us to witness, Maria Baratta, Ph.D., L.C.S.W., is right in writing for Psychology Today that “Tantrums are never pleasant to be around.” Of course, when it’s a child who’s throwing their toys (sometimes quite literally), it’s excusable. We might even feel empathy, both for the distressed child and for the sometimes embarrassed parent.
#4
Lady wanted to be first in line to board a United flight. She was told that her group number was the last one. She threw a hissy fit over it and security took her away. Chicago O'Hare airport be wild sometimes.
8points
#5
When someone mentioned that someone else's taste in decor reminded them of Sadam and the cheesecake factory.
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8points
#6
Other people in the office were going to look at his files. He wasn't hiding anything, he just didn't want anyone else to touch anything he worked on...like ever. He screamed and yelled and threw a tantrum. He had not used any vacation time in the preceding several years so the week after that, they made him.
7points
But as much as we might like to believe we grow out of them, adults have tantrums too. “When it’s a child,” Baratta explains, “there is a plethora of reasons behind the tantrum, including poor frustration tolerance, a missed nap, or hunger.” For adults, the reasons can be even more complicated. As Crystal Raypole writes for Healthline, “Angry outbursts in adults can happen for a number of reasons.”
#7
I pulled over to let him pass me.
I commute between two small towns multiple days a week. On those days, I leave at the same time every day. I drive a 12 year old Prius. It doesn't go fast. I don't speed anyway, because who needs to get pulled over.
So last winter, over a period of several weeks, every morning when I left one town for the other, a white VW with a black roof would come whipping around a corner behind me. They then preceded to ride my bumper the entire 15 minutes to the next town.
The route is along back roads. They are windy, with nowhere to pass. For whatever reason, me driving 60 in a 55 was never good enough. Multiple times a week, the white VW was raging on my tail. Miles and miles of aggresively trying to push me faster. It was happening so often and for so long that I was considering taking a different route.
Then there was the day they caught up to me late. I managed to leave town without them riding behind. I thought I was good. Then I saw them in the rear view, coming up fast. Really fast. I honestly thought they were going to plow right into me. So I slammed on my breaks and pulled over.
Apparently, getting out of his way wasn't possible. This jerk screached to a stop in front of me, angling his car to block me like a cop. This guy in his 20s jumps out of the car screaming and swearing, charging at my vehicle like he's going to smash something.
I threw my car in reverse and backed up so I could get around him. Then hit my gas as hard as that little engine could muster. He tried to kick my car as I drove off. But then he was back in his car speeding after me again. Passed me. Cut me off. Slammed on the breaks in front of me again.
At this point I was scrambling for my phone to call the cops. I slammed on my breaks and pulled over again. He sped off, only to get to the next intersection and sit there. He drove a mile down the road, and then just stopped at the intersection and waited for me to get there. I pulled over again and waited. I was a couple hundred yards away, just parked on the side of the road. I watched as he gunned his engine at the intersection and flashed his break lights over and over. My phone was in my hand ready to dial 911.
Then he just drove off. Like, he suddenly has enough scaring me and left. I broke down for a minute and cried from the panic and stress, then went on my way, still traumatized.
I changed my route after that. I left a little earlier each day. I don't know if I've seen the same car in my b rear view since, but every time I see a white VW with a black roof, my heart jumps into my throat.
I commute between two small towns multiple days a week. On those days, I leave at the same time every day. I drive a 12 year old Prius. It doesn't go fast. I don't speed anyway, because who needs to get pulled over.
So last winter, over a period of several weeks, every morning when I left one town for the other, a white VW with a black roof would come whipping around a corner behind me. They then preceded to ride my bumper the entire 15 minutes to the next town.
The route is along back roads. They are windy, with nowhere to pass. For whatever reason, me driving 60 in a 55 was never good enough. Multiple times a week, the white VW was raging on my tail. Miles and miles of aggresively trying to push me faster. It was happening so often and for so long that I was considering taking a different route.
Then there was the day they caught up to me late. I managed to leave town without them riding behind. I thought I was good. Then I saw them in the rear view, coming up fast. Really fast. I honestly thought they were going to plow right into me. So I slammed on my breaks and pulled over.
Apparently, getting out of his way wasn't possible. This jerk screached to a stop in front of me, angling his car to block me like a cop. This guy in his 20s jumps out of the car screaming and swearing, charging at my vehicle like he's going to smash something.
I threw my car in reverse and backed up so I could get around him. Then hit my gas as hard as that little engine could muster. He tried to kick my car as I drove off. But then he was back in his car speeding after me again. Passed me. Cut me off. Slammed on the breaks in front of me again.
At this point I was scrambling for my phone to call the cops. I slammed on my breaks and pulled over again. He sped off, only to get to the next intersection and sit there. He drove a mile down the road, and then just stopped at the intersection and waited for me to get there. I pulled over again and waited. I was a couple hundred yards away, just parked on the side of the road. I watched as he gunned his engine at the intersection and flashed his break lights over and over. My phone was in my hand ready to dial 911.
Then he just drove off. Like, he suddenly has enough scaring me and left. I broke down for a minute and cried from the panic and stress, then went on my way, still traumatized.
I changed my route after that. I left a little earlier each day. I don't know if I've seen the same car in my b rear view since, but every time I see a white VW with a black roof, my heart jumps into my throat.
6points
#8
I used to work at KFC in the drive thru. Had a woman order chicken strips. Cooks told me they were out but would make more so I told her the same. She got mad waiting and after five minutes came inside to demand an update.
That's when the cooks told me they hadn't defrosted any and we couldn't make more. That would have been cool to know five minutes ago guys.
I went up front and explained the situation, apologizing profusely because I knew it was a lousy situation, ready to offer a discount on something else.
I was sixteen. About 80lbs.
This woman three times my size lunged across the counter and tried to grab me, screaming that she was going to beat me. Over chicken.
That's when the cooks told me they hadn't defrosted any and we couldn't make more. That would have been cool to know five minutes ago guys.
I went up front and explained the situation, apologizing profusely because I knew it was a lousy situation, ready to offer a discount on something else.
I was sixteen. About 80lbs.
This woman three times my size lunged across the counter and tried to grab me, screaming that she was going to beat me. Over chicken.
6points
#9
My ex went to the wrong end of the baggage reclaim conveyor at an airport so when it started up, instead of being the very first to see the cases coming through, he was at the every end. Absolutely incredible hissy fit ensued.
6points
There’s also a difference between a tantrum and a meltdown, even though we often use the words interchangeably. According to Baratta, a tantrum is about getting what you want, right now, whether the demand makes sense or not. A meltdown is more of an emotional overflow, “a heightened upset about something.” Raypole describes adult meltdowns as what happens when someone has simply run out of capacity to cope, rather than an attempt to get their way.
#10
I wouldn't let him cheat on exams.
I'm an adjunct instructor at a community college This semester I had a student in his late 20's throw a fit when he learned I used lockdown browser and demand I make an exception for him. He sent me a scathing email, and filed an official complaint with my department chair... Who said he should drop the class if he didn't like it.
I'm an adjunct instructor at a community college This semester I had a student in his late 20's throw a fit when he learned I used lockdown browser and demand I make an exception for him. He sent me a scathing email, and filed an official complaint with my department chair... Who said he should drop the class if he didn't like it.
5points
#11
Bc their father decided to buy/get food and beverages (like water) for the adults who were at my nephews birthday party one year, at one of those jumping/trampoline places.
My nephew's birthday a few years back, A bunch of us had to go but we weren't allowed to participate in the jumping because of how it was booked unless we paid separately. But the parents couldn't just drop off their kids and leave they had to stay. My sister's husband is a man child, he is a spoiled brat who hasn't really ever had to work for anything in his life ever. Anytime he messes up with drinking and driving or whatever it may be, his parents have always bailed him out so he never ever learned lessons.
His father actually paid for the party, but left his son in charge of the arrangements. Then they actually flew out from where they live to our state and attended. When we got there, my sister's husband made it clear that if the adults wanted water or juice or food that we would have to pay for it. They also placed our room upstairs in a building w no elevators. There were 3 elderly people who could not use stairs.
His father managed to get us moved to the ground floor room, and then ordered an additional couple pizzas and drinks so thr adults forced to sit and watch the kids eat and drink, could also eat and drink. Mind you, we were there for hours and no one was made aware prior to coming.
My sister's husband was furious and threw a tantrum like a child in front of an entire crowd of strangers and children. How dare his father provide food and drinks. How dare he change the room too! (when his own mother w Parkinsons wouldn't be able to get up the stairs)
I've never seen a man, nearing 40, throw such a tantrum. People were staring at him, he was LOUD... I don't go to those types of bday parties anymore. My nephew and I do something separately now.
My nephew's birthday a few years back, A bunch of us had to go but we weren't allowed to participate in the jumping because of how it was booked unless we paid separately. But the parents couldn't just drop off their kids and leave they had to stay. My sister's husband is a man child, he is a spoiled brat who hasn't really ever had to work for anything in his life ever. Anytime he messes up with drinking and driving or whatever it may be, his parents have always bailed him out so he never ever learned lessons.
His father actually paid for the party, but left his son in charge of the arrangements. Then they actually flew out from where they live to our state and attended. When we got there, my sister's husband made it clear that if the adults wanted water or juice or food that we would have to pay for it. They also placed our room upstairs in a building w no elevators. There were 3 elderly people who could not use stairs.
His father managed to get us moved to the ground floor room, and then ordered an additional couple pizzas and drinks so thr adults forced to sit and watch the kids eat and drink, could also eat and drink. Mind you, we were there for hours and no one was made aware prior to coming.
My sister's husband was furious and threw a tantrum like a child in front of an entire crowd of strangers and children. How dare his father provide food and drinks. How dare he change the room too! (when his own mother w Parkinsons wouldn't be able to get up the stairs)
I've never seen a man, nearing 40, throw such a tantrum. People were staring at him, he was LOUD... I don't go to those types of bday parties anymore. My nephew and I do something separately now.
5points
#12
I was the first person ever to tell my adult father he was being a jerk an acting like a child. Full blown tantrum and meltdown. He refused to speak to me for the rest of his life (which ended up being another 8 years). Things were never great between us before that - it's very tedious being the child of a raging narcissist - but this one thing turned off what little was left of his rational mind.
5points
Adult tantrums, in Baratta’s view, tend to come down to wanting things on your own terms. She gives the example of someone who flies into a rage at having to wait in line at the theater because they feel they shouldn’t have to. Sound familiar? Chances are, you’ve met at least one person with that kind of entitlement.
#13
My mother when I said she couldn't turn the rehearsal dinner into a family reunion with just my side and not include groom or the rest of the wedding party that wasn't related.
5points
#14
On a road trip, my dad was using his new GPS. While my mother was talking, it spoke to give directions. She had an absolute melt down and accused it of interrupting her and tried to rip it off the dashboard to throw it out the window. Fortunately it was still plugged in so it didn't go far.
5points
#15
We didn’t have stuffing bread in the bakery at Walmart. It was Easter time. This lady threw a huge fit and told us we’d ruined Easter for her and her whole family. We could hear hear ranting aisles away.
5points
Meltdowns are a little different. Sometimes, the thing that finally sets someone off isn’t even the real problem. According to Raypole, some people struggle to manage difficult emotions like anger or disappointment and push them down instead, until they eventually boil over. So when a grown man in a tailored suit screams at a self-checkout machine over an “unexpected item in bagging area” like it’s “personally insulted his bloodline,” the scanner probably isn’t the whole story.
#16
At a Starbucks in Lower Manhattan, a man misplaced his gloves. He threw an absolute tantrum. He accused other patrons of stealing them, demanding that they empty their bags and pockets to prove their innocence. He screamed at the baristas to lock the doors until his gloves were found. The woman he was with just sat at their table and rolled her eyes, as if she had seen this a million time before.
After about five minutes of him stalking around, yelling his head off, he stuck his hands in his coat pockets … and pulled out his gloves.
The man’s name is Jesse Waters.
After about five minutes of him stalking around, yelling his head off, he stuck his hands in his coat pockets … and pulled out his gloves.
The man’s name is Jesse Waters.
5points
#17
Children’s sports games.
My daughter plays competitive soccer. It really shows you which adults are living life vicariously through their children AND who can’t control their fragile emotions. Constant meltdowns on the sidelines. It’s actually depressing, I’ve started watching among the other team’s parents usually, or standing really far back from the field. A couple weeks ago several of the girls were literally crying because they were so stressed and embarrassed by parents on the sidelines screaming at the ref, h the players, and the other team parents.
My daughter plays competitive soccer. It really shows you which adults are living life vicariously through their children AND who can’t control their fragile emotions. Constant meltdowns on the sidelines. It’s actually depressing, I’ve started watching among the other team’s parents usually, or standing really far back from the field. A couple weeks ago several of the girls were literally crying because they were so stressed and embarrassed by parents on the sidelines screaming at the ref, h the players, and the other team parents.
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5points
Sometimes there’s more going on beneath the surface. Raypole points out that depression can make people unusually irritable, and that conditions such as intermittent explosive disorder, autism, and Tourette syndrome can involve outbursts or meltdowns the person doesn’t choose to have.
#19
Some people will get worked up about anything. I once worked for a week with a man who got worked up, as in almost screaming about it, about how I made my own mug of tea for myself.
Mug with teabag in it then add boiling water. It was the fact I used to use boiling water that got him to go so nuts, I in the end had to have a word with him and point out it was my drink and it harmed no one.
It turned out he's one of the odd people who for some unknown reason thinks it's "Boiled Water" and it had been boiling at some time in the past. It was too cold even for an instant chocolate drink that only needs hot water.
Even if I was doing it wrong it was my drink how I wanted it.
I hate to think what he'd be like if he'd seen my chicken and apple sauce Sandwich, I like them that way, I was having with my drink.
Mug with teabag in it then add boiling water. It was the fact I used to use boiling water that got him to go so nuts, I in the end had to have a word with him and point out it was my drink and it harmed no one.
It turned out he's one of the odd people who for some unknown reason thinks it's "Boiled Water" and it had been boiling at some time in the past. It was too cold even for an instant chocolate drink that only needs hot water.
Even if I was doing it wrong it was my drink how I wanted it.
I hate to think what he'd be like if he'd seen my chicken and apple sauce Sandwich, I like them that way, I was having with my drink.
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4points
#20
My ultra traditional and conservative Mexican Dad totally lost his mind when my sister came out to him. He happened to be at my house for a visit at the time. She called me and said she was going to tell him and that since he was with us (my husband and kids) that he wouldn't freak out. Well, he freaked out. And then I lost my mind in response to his losing his because my sister is an amazing person and didn't deserve the disrespect he slung her way.
3points
