Tuesday, September 14, 2010

The Claw

Words cannot express my loathing for these types of games.  A dollar a pop (at the very least) and those stupid tongs grab nothing by design. 

There you are, standing in front of it with either a doe-eyed toddler or a date and she's expecting a rhino.  Sponge Bob would do, but he's passe and a rhino would really be much better.  So you plug in $5, $10, $20 to that infernal machine because failure under these circumstances is simply not an option.  And what do you get for all your troubles?  Either an empty pocket coupled with a bruised ego or a stuffed toy that's worth $1.32.  

Quite simply, those gizmos are akin to gambling.  And I don't gamble unless I can get served "free" booze in conjunction with my action. -> 

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