Fulfilling an Expression

Yesterday, when I joined some friends for a Last Breakfast at a bagel shop, things turned extremely emotional as it came time for us to part ways. After a couple of minutes of bawling, undoubtedly confusing the other costumers, we decided we were too much of a spectacle and that we should step out on to the street. In my haste to gather my sandwich and bottle of chocolate milk, I spilled my beverage, and attempted to equally as quickly wipe up my mess. Because of the commotion, however, several patrons stared at me, causing additional embarrassment. You see, in that moment, I was the person crying over spilt milk.