The Grocery Store will get you every time

It's not seeing a wedding limo in front of a church or the big events that pinches your throat and makes it hard to swallow. It's the small domestic moment, like making the bed, taking the sheets out of the dryer, and doing the grocery shopping that will undo you, without warning. One minute your putting the grapes in your cart, and the next you are blindly walking past tins of soup and tomato sauce, the store's background music of "Never gonna fall in love again" haunting every step. And they have the audacity to follow up the torture with Carole King singing "It's too late..." and although I race up the detergent aisle and grab the Wisk, hoping to get out before it gets any worse. But the final assault is at the register line, where they hit you in the gut with Anna Nalick's "Breathe," and she's singing
"these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to"

So you just leave the cart and get out.