Sat waiting, breathlessly. Heart pounding in my chest. There's only a very narrow window of opportunity and if it's not taken, then that's it. They call me a sniper! We're everywhere. People know we're there but they don't want to admit it, they want to think they still have a chance.
By my very nature I alienate myself from people. I have to. Can't have them getting in the way. There's nothing worse than nearly getting the hit but being distracted by a friend or loved one.
I look at the readout. One minute 23 seconds. I have to make sure I time it right. There won't be another chance. Each second seems to take a minute as my finger hovers, waiting to make the strike. This is the one I've been waiting for, and I've been waiting a long time.
I make sure everything is set up and ready. It's perfect. It now comes down to split second timing.
15 seconds left. Just the right amount of time. My finger presses down, and I see my target. There's silence. Then the sound that lets me know my patience has paid off.
'Congratulations from eBay. You are the winning bidder for Tickle me Elmo. Please send payment of £8.47 to wantongirl1974.'
Yes! My daughter's going to be over the moon.

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