So, I was at the arcade yesterday, and I saw this adorable puppy plush at those UFO claw machine thingys. So, naturally, I aimed for it.
In case you've never seen UFO claw machines before, they're basically claws with two arms instead of 3. And the plushes are arranged in a mountain shape, so you don't actually try to get it down the prize chute, you try to get it roll down the prize chute. (The prize chute is an enormous square at the foot of the mountain.)
I was plugging quarters in for my second try when a girl (in Fourth Grade I think) came up with her mom and pointed to the dog I was aiming for. "Look, Mom! It's such a cute dog! I want it!" she exclaimed.
I positioned the claw and it went down. Together, we watched in awe as the claw got its butt and the stuffed toy rolled down.
Whoops.
I hate to brag, but my dad and I are skilled at these kind of claw machines, so every time something rolls down I'm just like, Oh, yay, another prize, let's stuff it in my bag. But this pup was so cute, and I let out a squeak as I retrieved my prize.
I ran off to show my dad, and we came back to the area where the claw machine with the dog I got was.
Oh, I forgot to tell you. The dog I got was the only one inside the machine.
Anyway, what I saw next made me go, Oh, damn.
The girl who had pointed to my dog was, DUN DUN DUN, crying in her mother's arms. "Oh, the dog, I wanted the dog! There are no more dogs!" she said, mid-sob.
Now, the good-citizen, generous-girl thing to do was to give it to the girl. But I liked it so much, and it was such a wannabie. So I said nothing.
In the end, my dad got some other stuffed toys and gave one of it to the girl. But when we left the arcade, I swear that the girl's eye were trained on my dog.
So I'm still feeling guilty over that random kid crying. Am I too evil?
