Time - Unknown (Doesn't matter)

Location - Unknown (Doesn't matter)

What did matter...no...ALL that mattered was what I was doing. I was at some restaurant, I think, and had to be around 4-8 years old (any older would make this story embarrassing.) I don't remember what I ate, I don't remember what I was wearing, heck, I don't even remember all of the family that was there at the time...but I do remember him. I remember exactly what he was wearing...exactly where he was at. Giant Bart Simpson inside of the claw machine. He wasn't the only plush that was in the machine, I can't say with 100% certainty that he was even the coolest...but he was mine. I wanted him. I sat there for what I imagined to be an eternity, wasting multiple dollars on failed attempts at pulling him out. I don't even think I got him to lift into the air. Whether it was a lack of money, or flat out submission, next thing I knew, I found myself empty-handed...I think. Not Bart-handed, for sure. I accepted my defeat and waited for my family at the front door of the restaurant. The same door that you came in from was the same one that you left from...which is exactly what Bart did. Leave. A boy, around my age but most likely older, and Bart Simpson, walking right past me and out of the door. MY Bart walking right out the door...without me. Again, my Giant Bart Simspson walking right out of the door with someone other than myself. Doesn't make sense, right? It didn't back then either. How could Bart leave without me if he's supposed to be mine...is probably what I would've said if my only word at the time wasn't WAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! Tears running down my frustrated, scrunched up cheeks, as I watched something that belonged to me disappear from right in front of my face. It's so unfair! I tried so hard for it, so I deserve to win it! If I put the effort in, then it should've been mine...it WAS mine!!! He didn't even want it the way I did! I claimed it and gave my all for it, so it should've been mine, right!?.....right?