This situation can occur at anytime on any day. It once happened in Victorias Secret because I found the sweet smelling glittery lotion, and I welled up. Most of the time it happens because of something hilarious that someone shares with me. My reactions have run the gammut when this minute is called: rolling on the floor as tears run down my face, pouting in the corner, silence before an outburst of laughter that lasts a good 5-10 minutes, or simply refraining from conversation for 2-3 days. I beleive that this minute keeps me somewhat sane and assists in my attempting to maintain balance and proper order in my life. The last thing that I need is to become bruhaha.