Gravity Cannot Be Ignored

It's been a stressful week. All sorts of things have seemed to fall, not just for me, but for just about everyone I know.

I went to the market to get a bunch of things for my mother. She had a list you see.

I was going through isle after isle, looking for this particular hand soap she wanted, and I came upon this kid's liquid soap pump. It was clear and it had this little plastic tiger that looked like it was holding onto the pump-stem. Just a little plastic tiger.

I saw this before somewhere. This or something very much like it, the little orange tiger.

I stood there looking at this plastic tiger...and I just started crying.

I have no idea where it was coming from, I have no idea why it hit me like it did...but I was just standing in the middle of the market, bawling like a baby and starting at this plastic tiger in a soap-pump.

An older couple was down the isle from me and looked concerned. I've been told I'm not the most "approachable" looking guy, so it probably took more than a little courage for the woman to put her hand on my shoulder and ask me if I was ok.

It sort of snapped me out of it. I thanked her, told her I was alright and that I was just having an off week. She smiled and told me, "you're allowed".

Word must have gotten around about the weird big guy who was crying in the soap isle, because the cashier stared at me oddly as he checked me out.

I went to the car and it was all over.

Still don't know where I recall that tiger from.