Yes, I got greedy. I thought I was master of the claw machine, infallible, goddess of toy winning. So I went back. And there, in the middle of the pile, ripe for the plucking, was the Pooh I'd been hankering for for over a month. The Pooh in a piglet suit. It had always been buried too deep, but now it was in plain view, easily clutchable!
So to cut the the humiliating chase, I tried 15 times. I went through all of my coins, then all of my boyfriend's coins. Then I went and changed a 5 and wasted those too. There was pounding on the glass, gasps of excitement and shouts of despair. Every single time I tried, I managed to pick it up in what seemed like a perfect grip. But then as the claw was sliding over to the drop point, it would jiggle and the Pooh would fall back to the heap. In the end, I shuffled off empty handed and broken hearted. The worst, most pathetic part of the story is that I returned to the machine after school and tried another 4 times.
No, I will never learn.