Children Share Their Stories of Parental Outbursts in Public

36. Still Making Fun

I have this cafe I go to near my place. Super friendly staff, I’m on good terms with all of them, and would even consider some of the baristas friends. However, it’s a vegan cafe, and I’m not vegan.

Bring my mom in one day while she’s visiting me. She would not stop making fun of them being vegan (rather loudly I should add) the whole time we wait in line. Then when she orders, she asks for regular milk, knowing they don’t serve it. Then she b*tches at the barista for not having dairy, and begrudgingly orders anyway.

Almost a year has passed, and that barista is still teasing me about how much my mom pissed her off.

37. Someone’s Hostage

My brother, my mom and I were on vacation at a hotel that was locked from the inside with a key. My mom was pissed about the sh*tty lock and some other things we’d been promised but did not get. One of the hotel clerks came to address one of the issues and my mom locked the door. And he became our guest for the next 2 hours. My mom insisted that if he really wanted out, he could break the door down himself as the lock was, in her view, that flimsy. This was in the mid-90s, in a 3rd world African country, with a teenage clerk which is why she didn’t end up in jail.

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38. Her Latte

I was at the mall with my mom and she told my brother to get her a latte. My mom had a sip then marched to the food court and complained to the employee “what type of sh*t is this” in Spanish. Then my brother timidly told her he didn’t get the coffee from this location 😂😂

39. Not Helping

My dad hates people and one time when I was 14 and started working, he went to get me a bank account. We were sitting with the lady, setting it up. She says, “we have this plan-“

My dad: “No. We want a student account that’s it.”

Her: “Sir, I’m only telling you the optio-“

D: Student account.

H: Sir, these are the options for tha-

D: You’re not helping me at all. Let’s go.

We left after that.

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40. Into The Kitchen

Literally last Sunday. Me (30), my stepdad, my brother and my mom were out to eat at a chain restaurant whose name rhymes with Phili’s.

My mom ordered fajitas, the food was delivered and the server said she’d be right back with the tortillas. After waiting for no more than 2 minutes my mom stood up, walked across the restaurant and walked into the kitchen to get her tortillas. What’s worse, the server was one of my students.