It's a sickness

The other day I rented "Zodiac" from one of those DVD machines.

Editor's note: Good movie. Kinda long tho, don't start it late at night.

Anyway, so the next day I went to return it and "fortunately" for me, the machine is right next to one of those crane machines. Crane machines are the ones where you toss in $$ in order to move this crazy claw-like thing around and pick up toys. Usually stuffed toys. And even more often than not, crappy stuffed toys.

Until that day!

I looked in and there he was... just sitting there. This cute little stuffed bear wearing a Cowboys shirt and carrying a little mini football calling out to me. "Please pick me 'thatgirl7278'. I am just a lonely little bear, looking for a good home." I couldn't turn away from him. I mean, who could ignore a cry for help like that? Certainly not me.

I happen to be pretty decent at the crane machines. I've been known to win a few (hundred) over the years. I'm definitely NOT my Dad in this regard tho. The man could make it his second job if he ever wanted to. Course, where's the reward in that?

Anyway!

So, I cracked my knuckles and tossed in two quarters to play. Ya see, I just HAPPENED to have two quarters in my pocket. Lucky me (or him, rather). I scrutinized the situation and rolled the claw over to him. I let it go, it opened wide, grabbed at Mr. Cowbear (see, he already had a name!), picked him up... and immediately dropped him.

SONOFA!

At this point, I pulled out my wallet.

I mean, come on! I didn't have a choice!!!

And almost $10 later (fuuuuuck.... me!) . He was mine.














Isn't he adorable?

If you're wondering why I called it a sickness... well ya see, at one point, I sort of ran out of cash. So I went into the grocery store and bought some gum in order to get cash back.

There was NO EFFIN' WAY I was gonna let someone else come swoop in and steal the bear I'd already spent so much fuckin' money trying to "save".

Seriously. No way!