Cry me a couple of rivers

I cried at the weekend. I realised the bar was closed and it was just a very emotional experience that got the better of me. Jill Y is always crying. When she hears Bon Jovi, she cries. When she realises the bar is closed, she cries. When I try and fail to stop her buying more shoes, she cries. It doesn’t really bother me that much any more. If she doesn’t cry at stuff, I get all worried and concerned. I thought I’d seen everything until she introduced me to her friend from work who takes the crying thing to a whole new level: