So I’m crying at work, because my brother made a couple of YouTubes of Barney (may he rest in peace. Barney, not my brother). Mostly it’s the Cyndi Lauper song that made me cry, so I had to turn off the sound.
I go into the ladies room to pull myself together and thought I’d feel better, less like a closeted emotional wreck, if I told my coworker why I was crying. She probably overheard me talking about it to my mom yesterday anyway. So I steel myself and walk out. She’s coming back in from her cigarette break and she’s got her husband with her. She introduces him and like a total weirdo I say, “Nice to meet you. I’m a little teary because my mom put her dog to sleep last night and my brother made a video on YouTube and played Time After Time with it.”