The subject line says it all, really, so I'll just put my own answer here.

Yesterday I was frustrated in the extreme at the grocery store customer service line. As we drove out of the parking lot, I yelled, "F**K YOU, [GROCERY STORE NAME}!!"

But that wasn't enough to assuage my anger. So when we got home, I called the store. The same frustrating woman answered the phone. She goes, "Hello, [Grocery Store Name]..."
I go, "Is this customer service?"
She goes, "Yes, it is," all chirpily.
So I go, "YOU SUCK!" real loud in my opera voice. Then I hung up.

Isn't that dumb? Me and my 7-year-old son got a big kick out of it, though.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

Answers

Hmmm, I think I'm pretty tame, but probly what I'm doing right now if it counts... I'm sitting here with my tupperware cookie jar, scavenging the broken cookies at the bottom, tipping it up and enjoying the last bits of crumbs tumbling into my piggy mouth in spite of the cookie dust hitting me in the face.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

I think this is the 3rd time today I've mentioned on this forum how big of a bitch I can be.... but anyway, you know how some people get to the theater or games or concerts, whatever, and they try and save like 15 seats?? I can understand one or two, but I mean, someone trying to save more than 3 or 4 seats in an obviously soldout or really crowded venue is *really* annoying to me... So, a couple of weeks ago, we're at the movies and it was opening night of x-men , so of course the place is sold out. We had gotten there early and this guy is trying to save pretty much an entire row of seats for his friends who weren't there yet, like sitting in the middle and telling anyone who walks up that they can't sit there...in an entire row. I sat at the end of the row and he tells me it's "saved." I told him that beyond 3rd grade, that didn't hold much water with me. He said I'd have to move. I said, "Make me."

I know, I know. I'm really embarrassed about it now.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

This is something I hope to do someday. A close friend of mine and myself have known plenty of psycho men. We thought we'd get all our bitter, revengeful girlfriends together. A mutual friend is a fantastic graphic artist. We are going to make up tickets and letters saying these jerks have won a free cruise and mail them out. We figure these guys are so narsisstic that they would fall for it. Then we'd have a great laugh watching all the jerkos at the cruise terminal waiting for their ship to come in.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

okay, clearly I am REALLY immature, because everything I've read here in this topic so far has seemed completely reasonable to me.
I had been going to post, "god, what's the last NON-immature thing I did?", since that answer would be a lot harder for me to come up with, *grin*.
Yesterday I Meddled in a friend's personal life, appointing myself Instigator in an effort to clear a miscommunication between her and a person she wanted to invite to her wedding. The result was technically a good one, and my intentions were totally honorable, but it was a bad way to have gone about it (I guessed the invitee's email addy and sent email saying "Hi, you don't know me, but..."). The aspect that feels immature to me is that in a way it's just like in junior high school, when people were forever running around going "So-and-so LIKES you, do you like her?" or "How come X isn't invited to your party?"

One side effect of being immature is that kids always think I rock, since most 33&2/3rds-year-olds don't act like a complete spaz most of the time, and I do.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

I called someone a "boogerhead" the other day. I have also used the phrase "poohead" before.

I have said "dibs" and "shotgun" within the past year.

I skip when I feel like it.

I like to stay up waaaaay past my bedtime.

I eat pudding cups and gummi bears.

I like cartoons.

I buy toys and immature accessories, like light-up pens and see-thru plastic purses with fur trim and Sanrio goodies. In fact, I got a toy in the mail last night--an Alice Cooper action figure. I'm not a huge Alice fan by any means, but I do love toys. Last week I got Bob and Doug MacKenzie. I have to wait until we move to unwrap them, as there are small parts, but, well, I buy and play with toys.

Do these things count?

Milla P.S. I'm almost 34 years old.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

Like, I posted anonymously on someone else's forum and made dumb comments with lots of spelling mistakes just to rile people up! Tee hee! That's hilarious, isn't it? Just wait until I get angry that I'm being ignored and start getting insulting! A real laugh riot, I am!

Come on, it may be immature, but a girl's got to have a little fun SOMEhow and reading a book or cleaning my house or otherwise doing something constructive is HARD WORK.

(sigh)

Not that I mean THIS particular forum, of course.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

Posting under another name and making funny shit up is immature? Damn, I thought I was being provocative.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

What are you guyz takling about?

I get crushes on rockstars and pretend were married and stuff. I have a big crush on Kid Rawk! Hes so cute.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

hey, when you get Kid "Rawk" (hahahahahha hoo boy, that made me laugh)...anyway, so when you get the man to marry you, could you please feed him something? he's scaring me. Thanks. Carry on.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

Y R U being so nasty Gardenanna? Just because i think hes cute doens't give u the right to be mean!!!

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

oh, I thought we were all being willfully immature and I was playing. Please feel safe in your love for Mr. Rawk.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

Damn, Gardanna, take a chill pill! You can't be serious on these boards all the time!

Telling someone to "take a chill pill" was the latest immature thing I've done today.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

I'm actually already chill, really, I just don't have a very good sense of when people are kidding or not.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

Me either! I am so totally literal!

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

well excuse me for not being hi & mighy like u! i never took tpying so i'm am not very good at it. u don't know me and hvae no rite to judge me. School was very hard for me and i got by the best i knew i could. u should be ashamed of yoruself!!!

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

I think floosie's posts are hilarious. There really are people like that in the world, (ever watch Jerry Springer?) so cut her some slack.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

thanx guyz!! :) :)

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

oops! I mean they're not there.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

Geeze, you all came here through Gwen's TRAILER TRASH PAGE, and now you are putting down people that may have grown up in or live a trailer lifestyle. That's pretty immature if you ask me.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

Sukies!

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

Sukei hwo die u know that i lived in a trailer?? me and my bf were living together but hes a zero so i kikced him out to find me a hero! i got to keep the computer tho :)

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

I taped *NSYNC's HBO concert.

I watch it lots. I want those boys naked and oiled down and brought to my front doorstep. Well, not all of them, just the two that I think are cute.

Last night when I was messing around with Corel Draw, I took their pictures and made them look totally psychedelic and then I wrote "I LUV *NSYNC!". Then I got jealous that Britney's going to marry Justin, so I went to her britneyspears.com website and wrote about how her boobs are fake in all of those bulletin board things with a fake name and email address. Later today, I'm going to Mc Donald's to buy their cds and videos.

I'll be 30 in October, thankyewverymuch.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

Which ones are the cute ones, Keli? In your opinion, I mean. The only one whose face I ever remember is Lance's, prolly coz he was on 7th Heaven.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

Well, Justin is cute when he has his afro thing going on, but I really shouldn't lust after him because of the half my age plus 7 rule. That makes it 21 for me, and I think he's 18 or 19.

And then the boy with the pineapple head got his hair fixed (I think his name is Chris), and I've been all over that, and he's 28 or 29, so it's ok for me to do lots of lusting for him.

The other boys don't do much for me. Lance has spooky "made-a-deal-with-Satan Lost Boys eyes", and the guy from New York looks totally out of place, like he should just be hanging out with the Sopranos, and the other guy looks like some girl smashed his forehead in with a frying pan.

Do you want to know which Menudo boys I lusted after when I was 13?

Oh, the shame I feel right now.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

U all R cracking my ass up! Thanx 4 the laffs! U all R 2 kewl 2 B 4gotten! Rawk on, sisterfriends!

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

Y'all are being boogerheads. There. I said it again. *hee hee*

Hey Gwen, I think most CVS Drugstores and McDonald's restaurants suck. I think I'm going to try your approach next time...*ring ring* "McD's, you suck!" Yeah! Much better than "Hello, CVS? Is your refrigerator running? Do you have Prince Albert in a can? I'm looking for my friends Mike Hunt and Seymour Butts..." They suck! Woo hoo! God, that felt good. Telling them that would surely beat having a stroke over it later. I am totally serious. I'm also giggling at work. :) I'm gonna get busted!

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

P.S. I had candy for lunch. Hooray for immaturity! Woo hoo!

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

Milla, I know you are but what am I?!

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

Yeah? Yeah?! Like whatever, ya big poopyhead!
Ahem. Anyhoo, probably the last immature thing I did was yesterday, when I took my coloured chalks out front and drew, naive-style, on the pavement. I'm always doing things like that. I think, with the mundane and oft-depressing world we live in, that it's important to retain a childlike outlook.
I own Sanrio toys, Archie comics, Ren and Stimpy merchandise, Strawberry Shortcake stuff, I have a jar full of sour gummi candy in my room at all times, I play Christmas carols on my CD player all year round, I skip, I play hopscotch, I make stuff out of Lego and Play-Doh, I stay up past my bedtime (even though I no longer have a bedtime), I play with bubbles, I sit in my pyjamas on Saturdays watching hours of cartoons, and I've been known to use names like bum- face, dick-breath, stupid-head and scrote, among others.
I do have my adult side, who likes to read Dylan Thomas, lecture peopled on the political ramifications of Barbie and watch avant- garde German films, but I try not to take myself too seriously. And, as one poster already said (can't remember who, sorry), kids think I'm totally cool because I'm 21 yet act and talk like them.


-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

To all the Sanrio lovers out there (including me) McDonalds is now selling Hello Kitty Happy Meals. Run, don't walk, and get yourself a HK toy with your order of McNuggets.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

21? Oh please, anyone under the age of 25 is still a puppy and is perfectly justified in behaving as such. My 22 year old roommate, who is very bright, had no clue as to how to set a simple analog clock. I could of been very immature then, but I choose to be helpful. She is into the bars, but in some ways, WAYYYY more mature than me. Um, actually, ah, anyone the age of 43 and below is just a puppy and is perfectly justified in behaving as such.

-- Anonymous, August 04, 2000

On the drive home I was listening to some books on tape. One book was really good ("The House on Mango Street" by Sandra Cisneros) and one completely sucked ("Sarah Conley" by Ellen Gilchrist). That second book was 6.5 hours long on tape, and had about a million inconsistencies that drove me bonkers, plus some descriptive little tidbits were repeated ad nauseum. ("Sarah got up, went to the bathroom, and washed her face and her hands." By the time the book ended I was sure Sarah's freakin' hands were clean enough to perform surgery.)

Well, it was something to do, and the dogs aren't great company on a long ride, but I started shouting back at the tape whenever something particulary annoying was going on. ("Did she wash her face AND her hands?!!!" "Were those croissants baked in a STONE oven?") Sarah is damn lucky she's fictional, because otherwise I'd have to take a contract out on her. Which is pretty immature.

-- Anonymous, August 05, 2000

Mary Ellen, you've just nailed why I watch Big Brother on TV. :-)) I get such a stupid satisfaction out of shouting at the "houseguests", the producers, the live host-chick Julie Chen-- anyone and everyone connected with that piece of crap show. But I WATCH IT. So how retarded does that make me?
I also watch Making The Band (Friday nights, ABC), for the same reason. I swear to god, if Lou "I'm Rich As Shit But Too Cheap To Spring For Liposuction" Perlman, manager of 'O-Town' (the name of the lameoid boy band that is the subject of this series), would just listen to me, he would spare himself a plethora of problems later. From episode one I hollered at the TV, "That Ikaika kid is TROUBLE, do you hear me?!! He looks like a FREAK, he CAN'T SING *OR* DANCE, and he's a FLAKE!!!" But did Lou listen? No. He put Ikaika in his stupid boy band, and last night, fifty thousand dramas (in as many weeks) later, Ikaika...quit the band. The little selfish shit! and I yelled at the TV, "YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO ME LOU!!!! YOU IDIOT!"
Makes my (Original-Trilogy-Only, None Of That Episode One Bullshit) Star Wars Lego addiction look pretty pale in comparison, don't it.

-- Anonymous, August 05, 2000

Aw, man. Star Wars Lego?! I am so jealous. Sad thing is, I totally mean that.

-- Anonymous, August 05, 2000

Yep, I'd have to say watching these shows and yelling at the TV like Klee: Survivor and Making the Band. Maybe they can do a new show with Rudy from Survivor stuck on an island with that kid from Hawaii. That would be entertaining!

-- Anonymous, August 06, 2000

Our new house is going to have a Barbie Room. Not, like, a room where I display my collectables... I mean an honest-to-God playroom where I can set up all my Barbie stuff (complete with Dream House), my Star Wars toys, my Play-Doh and Hot Wheels cars and other odds and ends, have all my Kiddie Lit books, listen to disco, and have my 6-year-old neicelette over to play. She thinks Auntie Dwanollah is way kewl... we have some of the same taste in music.

But that is far from the limits of my immaturaty. I think zrbrts are hysterically funny. I listen to BubbleGum Boy Pop. I do dances to Britney Spears songs. I eat ice cream for dinner. I call people "poo head" and "dickhole" and "fart knocker." I take bubble baths. I re- read children's books. I have tea parties. I make up dumb words. I sing dorky songs. I shriek like a 14-year-old at Duran Duran concerts... or heck, just watching their videos.

My immaturity, frankly, is limitless....

And if you don't like it, you're a sandy little butt-hole.

-- Anonymous, August 06, 2000

pudding in a cup is for kids??

-- Anonymous, August 07, 2000

When I walk down long corridors at work, I have an uncontrollable urge to cartwheel.

-- Anonymous, August 07, 2000

I'm rubber, you're glue...

Neener neener.

-- Anonymous, August 07, 2000

I find a way to incorporate the phrase "You're not the boss of me" into nearly every conversation.

-- Anonymous, August 07, 2000

Forget singing operatic insults to grocery store clerks...

the last immature thing I did was show up at a party where Ann had a camera. Shriek!

-- Anonymous, August 07, 2000

While my one year-old daughter threw her regular tempter tantrum in the grocery store Saturday, I actually sat down beside her and screamed with her. It shut her up like nothing else could, but the manager came and asked me to get my groceries and please leave. Whatever...

-- Anonymous, August 07, 2000

uuuuuuuuuummmmmmmm, I'm gonna tell!

-- Anonymous, August 08, 2000

<<>>

LMAO!

-- Anonymous, August 08, 2000

Let's enter the time machine!
*sound similar to someone walking in corduroy pants goes here: vwoop, vwoop! vwoop, vwoop!*
Hey! She's on my side of the seat! No! This is MY territory. You stay on YOUR side of the seat. I don't want your icky cooties. I'm telling!! Mo-o-om, her hand is over the divider line! A whole inch!! Yes! Mo-o- om, she's touching me! Mo-o-om, she's looking at me all funny. Ow!! Mo-o-om-meeee, she HIT me! *wail* I hate you. I hope you get fleas.
Ooooo-kay. Time to go. Aren't you all nostalgic for your childhood? I know I am. Man. Those were the days...
*vwoop vwoop vwoop...*
Makes dealing with the IRS and evil bosses almost seem like a picnic in comparison.

-- Anonymous, August 09, 2000

Paula I think you've just described a frequent dream that peeps I know have when dealing with rude parkers......I'm amazed that you did it! WOW

-- Anonymous, August 09, 2000

Lisa. I can't believe I did it either. I'm usually a pretty laid back person...but don't mess with a mom with an unhappy baby! ;-)

-- Anonymous, August 09, 2000

i watied all nite fro brett to show up at the bar this weekend but he did'nt and then i got mad and went home. :(

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2000

a couple weeks ago my friend told me you can't be arrested and dragged away dramatically for verbal assault. Ever since then I've been telling cashiers, food order handlers, even the old guy that says hello at walmart EXACTLY what's on my mind. Last night at Mcdonald's I spat my order into the drive thru and the girl didn't give me my price. So I wait. and wait. and then she goes "can I help you?" and I said "did you get that?" and she says "YES!" and so I'm like "uh.." so she goes "either order or drive around".. so I floored it and squealed around the corner with my money. they were confused. "why didn't you order back there?" "I did. I asked you two times if you got it, and you said yes." so I had to place my order. The whole time, she's bitching.. so I just started telling her how hard I think her job is and how I'm amazed at her superhuman strength to remember how many hamburgers I wanted long enough to punch it into the machine, and how nice it is to be able to recognize a picture of a burger on a touch screen... she "dropped" my change on the ground.. and I demanded that she give it to me again because she did that on purpose. so she did, and THEN I opened my car door and picked up the change. Don't mess with me when I'm cranky.

Then one day at Wal*Mart they were hasslign me about my credit card ("this is a debit card!" "uh, .. it's a credit card." "it wont work" "try it.") so I was mad when I came out into the parking lot, and even madder when I noticed that my car had developed several friendships with shopping carts.. all 4 of which were RIGHT up against my car (my car is brand new!!) so .. well.. I just grabbed all of them and THREW them to the ground.

This is embarrassing.. I dont' normally act like this but sometimes I've just had it with some people. Just because you work in the service industry doesn't mean you are stupid..so stop acting like it.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2000

They probably spat in your food. You should always be nice to people who work in the food industry.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2000

They probably didn't spit this time, but they definitely will next time. Screw 'em, they stink.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2000

Alright... I'll fess up. I like things clean. I like them neat. I like for people over the age of 5 to take care of their own shit. So, when I found myself living with The Pile Maker... It took some adjusting. She was physically incapable of putting anything away. She had a fine understanding of physics, mind you, and was always rigging pulleys and intricate basket systems in order to continuously pile her junk in new and devious places. Her "bathroom basket" quickly became her "bathroom/carkeys/random paper/chewing gum/other shit basket". 02 All this was stupefying enough. It's when she started coming to me saying "Have you seen my...(insert useless object here)? I could have sworn I put it in my yellow basket..." Day after day, item after item. We pretended, she and I. We played make believe every day. She pretended her life was ruled by order, that she was in control of the cascading wall of crap. And when she asked if I had seen or moved anything that belonged to her, I would smile and whisper "No." But she'd come back. Gradually I developed a series of facial and large muscle tics. All she had to do was enter the room and they'd start up.

One day, after finding yet another object of her clothing in my laundry basket.... I lost it. I took my passive aggressive tendencies underground. I started throwing away her socks. Just one of a set. Not frequently enough to feel pathological. Just enough so that I would periodically here her say, "Why do I only have one of each of these socks?" And then she'd run off to Fred Meyer to stock up and the whole sick situation would start all over again. Immature? Perhaps. But the tics went away.

-- Anonymous, September 11, 2000

I've rolled my eyes a lot today. Does that count?

-- Anonymous, September 11, 2000

Well I had a guy flip me off in a parking lot recently and so I started telling him about what an a*****e he was and invited him to put up or shut up. And my wife told me what an immature thing that was for an older gentleman to do. (but I think it turned her on cause as we were walking into the store she felt my arm muscles and that night...well...). And then I started crying when my niece and I were watching Dumbo and his mommy got taken away. She was soooo concerned. old softy

-- Anonymous, September 11, 2000

And good for you Paula. I'd have made sure their car didn't run before I left. I can't stand fuckin assholes like that. James

-- Anonymous, September 11, 2000

Oh, man--a teenager driving all over the road really aggressivly ran me off the road. I had some Cadbury Creme Eggs in the car and when I got back onthe road and he tried to swerve into my lane to be funny and make me swever again, I lobbed a few CCE bombs out the window. Nailed his passenger side pretty good. What a mess. I felt bad, stooping to that level, but since he had to pull off the road we were all spared his driving skills for a while.

-- Anonymous, March 16, 2001

When I was pissed at EvilBlockbuster, I said "WHAT Ever" and gave him the stink eye.

I stick out my tongue at the mean office manager every time she turns her back.

And I sign my letters and emails LYLAS whenever possible.

Oh, and I use the phrase "Oh no you Di' int!" every time I can.

-- Anonymous, March 16, 2001

Went to wal-mart with my man and had a nerf ball fight....i (and this is evil more then immature) like to move ppls carts (if they don't have a purse or child in it) or put stuff in the cart when they aren't looking, but only if they are mean to me lol It's so much fun :) MUAHAHAHA

-- Anonymous, March 18, 2001

I went to this party that had a lot of up tight people there who were sipping their drinks and listening to lame ass music and having boring conversations and when it got real quiet I yelled, "Does anybody have any pot!" Oh boy! That was fun! ***Note to board - I sometimes have a problem distinguishing between what really happened and what I thought about doing*** Even the thought of yelling such a thing and then gigling so much about it is pretty immature!

-- Anonymous, March 20, 2001

Marry me, Tyler.

-- Anonymous, March 20, 2001

I do immature stuff every day, but the best one was when I was having a farting contest with my kids. The youngest won.

-- Anonymous, March 20, 2001

You let him win, didn't you?

-- Anonymous, March 20, 2001

Nah, he won fair and square. But I ALWAYS when a burping contest.

-- Anonymous, March 20, 2001

oops! I mean win.

-- Anonymous, March 20, 2001

Here goes:

I was in the grocery store and a rather plus size woman was ahead of me, so I put the divider on the belt, proceeded to put my groceries on the belt, when all of the sudden she said "I am NOT done yet, sheesh". She was really pissy.

then she asked if my mom had taught me any manners? WTF? Btw, my mom is dead, so I blew a gasket and asked her "Yes as a matter of fact she did, but it looks like yours forgot to tell you to put the damn fork down?".

Cashier had to look away. I was ready to get ghetto. Looking back it was silly and immature.

-- Anonymous, March 21, 2001

I tell my little girl that when we go to the grocery store, she has to be careful when going near the dairy case, because behind those racks where they have the milk? That's where the Milk Monster lives.

You can only see the Milk Monster's arms, as he puts out more milk from his invisible lair...and he likes to grab little kids who get too close to drag them back to his cooler, so WATCH OUT! :)

I don't know if she really belives me, though, she likes to bark like a junkyard dog at the guys back there...kids are so fun!

-- Anonymous, March 21, 2001

Shelly, does your youngest son always win the spelling contests between you two also?

-- Anonymous, March 21, 2001

This isn't the latest but worth mentioning: At a previous job we were in a planning meeting. Very uptight, proper company. So we were having this planning meeting and this somewhat senior level woman told the group that she would be taking a personal day later in the week. Everyone acknowledged to plan around it when I asked with a very straight face, "So what will you be doing on your personal day?" The rest of the group all swung their heads around to look at me. THEN the woman started to answer me. Wow! I didn't stay long at that company! I was all set to ask her how much she made next!

-- Anonymous, March 23, 2001

didnt stay long? i bet. a little nervy of you, but i guess that goes with your territory. oh well, i'm sure losing the job didnt bother you much, eh terd? now you can sit at home and compute all day, eh?

btw, when are you and mike meeting up again? DONT even try to deny it, he emailed me.

-- Anonymous, March 23, 2001

huh?

-- Anonymous, March 23, 2001

I put my hand on Simon Le Bon's pudgy bum when we had our picture taken together a few days ago. That was pretty immature, even if it wasn't on purpose. I don't think he noticed, and no, I didn't pinch it or anything.

-- Anonymous, March 23, 2001