What was the most embarrassing public tantrum you've seen a grown adult throw?

My first job in high school, working at an ice cream parlour.

We had three sizes, two scoops, one scoop, and child size.

Why it wasn't just large, medium and small? Don't ask me.

One day, a guy that had to be well into his 80s, slowly walks in.

It was an early afternoon before the typical

rush at night, so he was able to walk right up to the counter and stare at our board of flavors,

toppings, etc. You can see on his face he's getting irate for some reason. He's pacing quicker. Here

and there you can see his mouth open to talk, but he doesn't. And then finally, he speaks. I want your smallest

ice cream, but it's absolutely demeaning that I have to order a child size. I'm a grown man.

I have children and grandchildren of my own. This goes on and on, and I'm unable to get a word in edgewise.

He keeps going, and finally I interrupt, how about this? I just give you the

smallest size we have, call it a small and charge you for our cheapest ice cream. For some reason,

this answer wasn't acceptable. He goes back into his rant about being a grown man and is now

screaming at me about how insulted he was. I again reiterate, I can just give you a small

ice cream, but no, anything beneath an institutional change wasn't going to stop this guy.

He just kept going. Now other customers are starting to walk in and just watch him rent,

screaming, do I look like a child? And things like, I have grandchildren older than you.

Meanwhile, he's refusing to order something else, or just consider the smallest size as small

rather than child size, which was written on the board and won't leave either.

The owner now comes in from the back to see what's going on because there's now a long line.

This has been going on a good 10 minutes.

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