Yessss, let's hear 'em
OTTOMH...
One year we got kicked out of my (then) favorite, mildly upscale, restaurant in the middle of dinner service because my sibling (who was ~3 at the time) was terrorizing the place and no one did anything about it. We didn't go to like Olive Garden, or even order a pizza afterwards, it was just cake and bed after the drive of shame. No one apologized or anything either.
George fucking Bush made the national day of mourning my birthday in 2001. I'm sucker punching his incoherent, Khornate, redneck ass out for that one if I ever meet him in the flesh; I don't care if I get 15 to life for it either. Hopefully it's on his birthday too for great justice.
On my 16th birthday I had the flu and really didn't want to take my driving test because I knew I'd fail it BUT OH NO THINK HOW MUCH PROUDER I'LL FEEL ABOUT MYSELF IF I OVERCOME ADVERSITY AND PASS IT except I didn't fucking pass it (the DMV employee had to intervene during my exam I was so out of it) and I had to wait like 30 fucking days or something to retake the test. Also like my entire birthday had been predicated on passing the test. I felt better within 36 hours or so, BTW.
This one would take too much backstory for a tangent shitpost, but one year I got a book from a family member I considered insulting and instead of just holding my tongue about it I said as much (it's my party and I'll cry if I want to, etc.) and basically caused World War 3 for months.
I think the last good birthday I had was my 17th birthday.
