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Public displays of…

I had just taken my seat on the subway this morning when I heard someone crying.

It was a woman across the aisle from me. And she wasn’t trying to hold it in or hide her tears — she was loudly weeping and sobbing.

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Since I had just boarded,  I looked around at my fellow passengers,  trying to get a read on what if anything had been done. At that moment,  a man said,  “Are you okay,  miss?  Do you need help?”

She said no and immediately quieted. Everyone looked relieved.

I know I was.

Not two minutes went by and she began wailing again,  even louder this time. Looks were exchanged.

I finally reached in my briefcase and handed her a tissue. She didn’t say thank you,  but she calmed down until her stop.

I will admit – –  I have cried on the subway before,  but in a much more stealth fashion. Or at least I hope so,  for the passengers’ sake.

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Don’t cry for me

It’s the last day of my beach vacation…

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…and Florida is crying.

I’ll miss you too, St. Teresa Beach. I’ve loved every minute.

Except the stingray. Hate you, you hateful critter.

WAH!

You know how little kids will cry and scream like they’re dying, and then suddenly turn the tears off like a faucet?

It is surprisingly effective in adulthood.

no signalWhen I was walking Rory before dinner tonight, I heard shouting and crying from somewhere in my neighborhood.  Soon I discovered the source — a woman walking on the other side of my street, having a  fit on her cellphone.

Then suddenly her cellphone signal appeared to drop, and so did the tantrum.

She stopped crying. Her face went slack. She looked as calm and cool as a cucumber as she redialed the number. But as soon as the other party picked up —

Insanity.

I have no idea how successful she was pleading her case on the phone, but she certainly got everyone’s attention on my street.

 

 

Rain day

Guess who was waiting to greet me at my front door this morning?

Surly little devil.

And rumor has it he plans to hang around all day.

Uninvited.

Now, I have two possible responses to my unwelcome guest.

First, I can let him ruin my day.  Get nothing accomplished.  Eat too much.  Get depressed. Perhaps shed a tear or two for no particular reason.

Or I can chose the far healthier response…

Go see a movie.

I still may not get as much work done as originally planned.  I may — okay, I will — eat junk food.  And if I end up crying, that simply means…

It was another great day at the theatre.

Vroom vroom

Have a child who needs a little extra discipline?

Take them to Mexico.

Police officers in Cuidad Juarez ticketed a six-year old boy who ran his brand new mini motorbike into an SUV.  The child was charged with reckless driving, driving without a license and not having his vehicle registered.

Hope he could walk a straight line.

The police impounded his Christmas present, too, and posted $183 in fines.  So the boy’s mother went to the media in protest.  The city council caved to the pressure, dropped the fines, released the bike and punished the policemen.

Which just goes to show you…

Crying works at any age.

Crying

This week the ever-interesting lemondrop.com introduced us to the  “Crying Wife,” who confessed to crying at pretty much every movie she watched, regardless of its original intent.

Of course, a wave of weepers jumped to her defense, admitting to tearing up at such classics as “Monsters, Inc.,” “Reading Rainbow,” “Pokemon,” and “Extreme Makeover Home Edition.”  I couldn’t really throw stones because I watched “Harvey” again this morning, and James Stewart’s gentle relationship with his invisible rabbit made me a little misty.

If animals are involved, I’m pretty much a goner.

I know that crying can be cathartic — just call me the “Crying Dog Mom”  — but I’m starting to wonder if movie studios have done research on the specific tear-producing triggers.  There is a reason that some scenes reduce you to tears and others make you sneer in response.

A great example is my recent favorite “Up in the Air.”  When George Clooney is speaking with Vera Famiga on the phone after surprising her at her home, the simple devastation on his face made me cry.  It was authentic, real.

What movie scene has made you cry like a little girl?

The “Crying Dog Mom” wants to know.