I guess they probably sat outside because of whoever was throwing **** on the inside.
At some point you learn to just shrug and sit outside till the temper tantrum is over.
I was worse, i taunted the temper tantrum.
Mum " gonna throw this coffee cup at ya if you don't ..."
Me : "go ahead you got a ****ty aim anyway!"
Mum throws cup, 30 cm from my head
Me : haha! told ya so
Needless to say i then ducked and ran for cover, cause the content of the entire kitchen suddenly started flying in my direction.. statistically , something would eventually find it's target.
She was at her most dangerous at close range, if there were bottles around.
I can assure you that a classic Coke bottle is HARD on the noggin'.
I can't explain how it feels, but it does do something to the vision, not stars or tweety birds like the cartoons, but it does kinda flash a bit. It's a weird sort of pain too the impact is allright, but then it swells and get's worse.
Usually i would stay outside of arms length when she was ticked off, but sometimes she would Jeckyll&Hyde turn on us, from happy to kill in the blink of an eye , without prior warning..
Duck & Cover !
