Have you ever caused a public scene?

No....next!

People that cause scenes are scum of the earth !!
Why cant we all just get along in perfect harmony

I'd never cause a scene in public. I have manners and I'm very aware of my surroundings and care too much about what people think. I wish I didn't have these qualities.

I kicked a stool in a class room and started raving about toothpicks...

I've caused pubic scenes, if that's what you mean.

Oranage2 wrote: »

So my question is was that person screaming in public ever you and why did you do it?

I've confronted a few pups for acting the scumbag and made a 'scene' I suppose alright, but as for yelling at a shop assistant/waiter/bouncer etc...never.

I wish people would call me sir...without adding "you're making a scene".

I was in Thailand last summer, and on Phi Phi island I (allegedly) caused the most ridiculous scene ever.
I've always been an extreme lightweight when it comes to beer. A full six pack of Corona Extra in one night will have me on the floor, literally. (Now before you make fun of me, BWAHAHA I spend about 1/3rd of what you spend on booze and I get ten times more pissed, SO SCREW YOU :P )

In Thailand, probably because we were exercising more, more dehydrated, and eating less, that limit decreased to three 330ml bottles of heiniken at 5%.

So we're in Phi Phi one night, and the 7/11 is out of Heiniken. The next cheapest beer they have is Chang. So I buy three of these and head back to the resort for the predrinks sesh. I should, on reflection, have taken a closer look at what I was buying: Chang bottles are a little under 500ml, not 220ml, and it was 7 or 8%. But I, being the genius that I am, bought "three bottles of beer" and failed to remember that all bottles of beer are far from equal.

So I drink the three bottles. I stumble with the lads (who have all been drinking whiskey buckets and even then aren't even almost as locked as I am) down to the beach, wander 'round for half an hour before I realize how f*cked I am, I'm dizzy, confused, no idea how to get home, and basically, properly screwed. I look around for the right road, fail to notice it, sit down on the beach in despair, and KO.

***Everything from here on is my friends' recounting of the story. Next thing I remember is waking up in bed the following morning. There is, however, camera footage to back this up***

I wake up still on the beach and see two of my friends. I immediately start on them and demand to know how to get home. After a gigantic shouting match I storm off through the town, punching and kicking road signs as I go in rage. The lads look on, outraged. After half an hour of freaking out and accosting random Thai people asking for directions, I somehow find my way home.

Another important note here: We had three apartments at the resort, next to eachother. I was meant to be staying in the middle one.

So I walk into the first room, thinking it's MY room, and I see one of my friends asleep on "my" bed. Enraged, I wake him up, have another shouting match, and then lock him out of the room. I get into bed myself and KO again.

I get woken up half an hour later by the dude I locked out hammering on the door. The other guy in the room gets up and stumbles across to him, and as he's opening the door, the guy outside is yelling "HURRY UP AND LET ME IN, I'M IN THE NUDE!!!" I have no idea whatsoever how he went from being fully clothed to being in the nude. His clothes have never been found. No one knows where he was or what he did during the time between me locking him out in his clothes and his coming in, in the nude. It is always alleged that I yelled at him to take his clothes off, saying "we're not having this argument unless you're naked", but there is no camera footage to back this up and even for a weirdo like me, this seems extremely unlikely. I suspect I am being wound up.

Draw your own conclusions.

hatrickpatrick wrote: »

After a gigantic shouting match I storm off through the town, punching and kicking road signs as I go in rage. The lads look on, outraged. After half an hour of freaking out and accosting random Thai people asking for directions, I somehow find my way home.

I laughed so much at this....hilarious

I brought a terminal of Charles De Gaulle airport to a halt with a bomb threat.
My mother asked me to mind the camera bag as we queued.
I left it down and we moved elsewhere in the airport. I realised about ten minutes later that it was missing and rushed back to the scene to find it now cordoned off with a large crowd and police with machine guns and dogs.

I was much relieved as I spotted the camera bag in the middle of the large empty space and asked one of the guys if I could possibly get it.
Only realised as we trudged towards it that it was the reason for the commotion.

France and I have never seen eye to eye.