There’s a public laundry in my neighborhood with one of those crane games where you pay fifty cents per attempt to get a stuffed animal.
This particular tiger has been the aim of many a kid and many a bored housewife, for some time now.
I knew to wait until others had tried, only to jimmy it loose for me. Today was my day.
I saw it as possible within five or six tries, good mathematics and just a wee bit of luck. It came up and out on my fifth try.
This particular style of stuffed toy can fetch an easy $45, used, on eBay. I got a brand-new one for $2.50, total, because I know the power of patience and the average person’s gullibility.
The tiger is mine.
Now, knowing I will take nothing with me when I am done, who shall I give it to? I’d actually rather give it to my oldest daughter for her upcoming birthday.
But I screwed so much up while I was on drugs, she might never allow me to. I don’t know.
I think I’m going to try, though.
Wish me luck, please. I need her to know a dad’s love is eternal.