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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