Why did I leave the door open? I could have shut it. But I was preoccupied. And, as a guy, I can count on pretty much NOT crying on a moment to moment basis, especially while at work. So when my eyes filled with tears, and the flood gates opened, complete with sniffles and heavy “oh my” sighs, it was unexpected.
But god damn it…when Tim gives Dawn the paints, color me a blubbering mess. And I don’t care which co-workers were walking by at the time…Yes, I’m crying. No, no one died. No, I’m not in the middle of a break up, or a quarter-life crisis. I wasn’t fired. And I definitely haven’t just received a secret santa gift from a friend (who I should be marrying instead of that asshole), symbolizing my dreams which have been suffocated by the drudgery and mediocrity of the working world. None of that. I just fucking love British TV.
-brendan
PS spoiler alert
