"This is my room, not yours!"

Backstory: When I was about 8 or so, I lived in an apartment. It was relatively big, about 40 stories. My parents, my brother and I lived on the 14th floor, and we had a cool street view from our room. (we shared a room) We were just relaxing out on the balcony when the doorbell rings. My parents' room was closer to the door, so my mom went and opened the door.

OP: me

M: my mom

D: my dad

EM: entitled mom (there's a difference)

AM: apartment management

B: my brother

SK: strange kid

ANYWAYS:

*key rattling*

Out in the hallway, I heard someone cursing under their breath.

M: *opens door*

M: Can I help you?

EM: Excuse me, what are you doing in my room?

M: What?

EM: My room. You are in my room right now.

M: No, this is my room. My family and I live here.

EM: You are such a liar!

*EM pushes past my mom and sets her stuff down*

It was then when I realized the kid with her, who also comes in, and promptly drops his smoothie on the floor (we lived near a smoothie shop).

Meanwhile, I'm just watching the whole thing play out from the end of the hallway.

*EM approaches me*

EM: What are you doing here, you little turd?

OP: What's a "turd?"

EM proceeded to list every single alternate word for "turd."

Being the immature 8-year old I was, I began giggling.

SK: *laughing*

EM: HUSH! *slaps SK*

My dad had gone downstairs to get the management. He arrives back upstairs just after the slap happened. SK starts crying.

AM: what's going on?

EM: This b*tch stole my room!

I was super scared at this point and didn't really know what to do, so I just ran back to my room and closed the door.

B: What's going on out there?

OP: There's an angry lady yelling at mom...

B: huh?

B leaves room to spectate.

*Angry EM noises*

I don't really remember much after that, other than that the management dragged her out of the room and only THEN did she realize her room was on the 15th floor.

TL:DR EM refuses to admit that she is in the wrong apartment room.