Mom and Me Tag Team

I remember two years ago my mother and I caused the termination of a salon guy's employment after he refused to give her the haircut she desired. she would have let the incident pass had the salon guy admitted his fault-- he didn't give the right  cut. Instead of apologizing, he raised his voice at my mother, which was rude, considering that she was in the middle of explaining to him how he could have possibly misheard her when she said, "Layered", instead of "Shaggy". Hah! By the laws of phonetics, the first term could not be mistaken for the second. And seriously, who wants a shaggy cut these days? He also caused a minor cut on mother's nape because his mind was very busy ranting and the guy couldn't multi-task.

Long story short, my mother and I gave the salon guy a taste of Bisaya fury. We were WWF tag team. It felt good afterwards because we knew we were fighting within the proper bounds.

Two years later, we caught ourselves in another tag team match, this time with the lady owner of a cafe who served us unchilled bottled juice.  It was no big deal for us, except that, for whatever reason, this lady refused to give us glass and ice. This, after assuring us that the  juice has been chilled for over 12 hours AND after failing and REFUSING to deliver what she has assured. Wow. Just wow. The unchilled juice, whew, no problem at all, the cowgirl that I am. No biggie. But the misrepresentation and the refusal?  No matter how mundane it seems, we couldn't let that pass. Tag team activate! So mother and I had another one of those quasi-bitch fits. We are not divas;  we just don't like it when people unreasonably trample on us. 

How about you, have you any bitch fight story?