It's amazing how the smallest of experiences can bring a person to tears. Whether it's stress related, happiness, depression or sadness.
So I had one of those moments, when I got home from the grocery store. The day, hell the week, had already been enough of a challenge. I told myself that eating healthier will make this all better (especially since the household menu lately had been full of cheese and carbs). There I am, determined, meandering isles of a desolate market, picking out only the most organic of meats and dairy, perusing for frozen vegetables (because it's the fucking desert, don't judge me). And it hits me that I have...bacon. At home. BLTs baby. BLTs always bring the sweetest joy, the crunch of crispy bacon and fresh lettuce, and the sweet succulence of tomato.
I have a plan. I'll buy myself a tomato and make myself a ballin' BLT for dinner the next day! As I'm checking out with the cashier, she glances glaringly at my shirt and asks suddenly, "Are you a gamer?"
The question, I feel a little on the spot and wondering if there isn't some accusatory agenda. Then proceeds to inform me about a game that is pretty stellar; her son plays and she rather enjoys watching because it's like a movie. I smile back delighted that this wasn't a slight after all. Humans can amaze us often, when we really need it.
I pay the kind lady, and am on my way home. Internally, I'm almost jolly. Problems set aside because tomorrow, oh for tomorrow, there will be BLT in my life.
When I get home, I hull the large bag of groceries into the kitchen and begin to unwrap the healthy bounty; putting away the top portions, of bakery bread, the frozen veggies, pulling out some cheeses (only the best sharp cheddar and Swiss). And there, to my utter sadness, sits the tomato. The single tomato I'd purchased. It has been mushed on a half gallon of milk.
And then the tears come creeping at the corners of my eyes. NOT THE TOMATO!
