I feel discombobulated.
In the extreme.
Ha. Try to understand that. I dare you.
It's times like these that I just really want to be cruel to other people to watch them cry. But not children.
But I won't.
A few more quarters.
After several attempts, and many quarters, I finally got something from a claw machine! The perfect toy! A stuffed lioness!
I had finally won something! This had almost never happened before, and almost never since.
I was so excited, fireworks were practically erupting out of my eyes!
With only a few minutes left to actually skate at the rink, I carefully placed my treasure with my shoes under a low-lying bench and glided onto the slick floor to catch up with my friends for one last go-around.
As the day came to an end, I could hardly contain the excitement of having beat the claw! I wanted to show off my stuffed lioness to everyone. Nearing my corner of the bench, I noticed that something was a little...off. My shoes had been moved. My green and blue plaid bag was disturbed. My stuffed lioness was gone!
That's when I saw a girl from my class handing an identical stuffed lioness to her boyfriend. Being the tactful (not) creature that I am, I marched right up to the girl and demanded my lioness back immediately. She insisted that it wasn't mine. Gesturing to the claw box filled with stuffed lions and lionesses she claimed to have won that particular toy from the claw.
Never mind that she was standing five feet from where I had left my stuffed lioness.
Never mind that it took me the better part of half an hour to do what she claimed to have done in less than five minutes.
Never mind that her boyfriend was looking around with a guilty countenance.
The teacher could do nothing to help me. There was no proof. I had to leave empty handed.
The girl was triumphant.
I was discombobulated.