Wednesday, January 16, 2013


I claimed my prize via telephone and made an appointment with them to go down to the nearest Jack and Jane store to meet with someone there.

I dressed like I would on any other day, nothing special.  I figured I probably had to go there to sign papers or prove my identity or something.

I went down to the store alone and asked for the manager who escorted me to the offices in the back.  There was a photographer there.  A photographer!  He kept taking pictures of me from all angles.  Apparently, when I claimed my prize I agreed to appear in marketing campaigns and on social media pages.  Why didn't they tell me this?  I would have dressed better.  I would have looked halfway decent.

Once it was all over, nearly hyperventilating, I ran to the mall restroom and hid in the stall so I could cry in privacy.

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