Living a short-stacked slot hoki life

Sometimes the liquid soap is just especially sudsy and that makes me happy. The water is just hot enough to make the shower relaxing on a tired Friday morning. Enough to make me ignore the slight growth of filth on the shower curtain liner.
This is going to be a good day, I thought.
Then I got out of the shower and came face to face with Mrs. Otis. She’d just gotten off the phone.
“You better high-tail it to work.”
Somebody at work had screwed up in the overnight hours. The exact details slot hoki of the collossal mistake are irrelevant. To put it in terms you can understand, it was if they’d managed to lose half their stack againt someone playing pocket aces face-up, then handed the rest of their stack over to me and said, “Okay, you gotta finish this. And…oh, yeah, you’ve gotta win.”
By Noon, I’d doubled up. By 3pm I was the chip leader. I suspect within a few hours I’ll be scooping the final pot of the night.
Did I get a little lucky? Absolutely. Did it take a little skill? Sure.
I hate to draw weak analogies just to give myself something …