Last week I was kvetching about my little losing streak; breadcrumbs compared to other disasters that people lived through, but annoying enough to me. I broke it last week in an unorthodox way - I siphoned off the luck of someone who was running. Don't look at me like that! It's bizarre but true. Let me tell you a little story:
A few years ago at the Mahjongg Madness tournament in Cypress Creek I was playing at the same table as the front runner. She was the very definition of running; effortlessly winning hand after hand. She had an aura, an invisible current that surrounded her. I wanted to see if it was tangible, so I facetiously asked, "Can I touch you?" She said yes and I touched her wrist. Let me tell you something, luck does rub off. The next hand I picked five jokers. I swear.
I've had a chance to be running myself. It feels like Tinker Bell is on my shoulder picking tiles for me or as if I were a surfer carried on a big wave. If you ask tournament winners they use this phrase: "I could do no wrong." Like Lola on her third run it all comes together by itself.
So last week I was not the one running, but I could see that Elayne was. And I broke my losing streak by betting on her four times and she won for me. It was so obvious that we joked about writing her name ten times in a row on the betting sheet. Other people had good starts, but, really, running trumps good hands, so why even bother to look?
Elayne didn't notice, but as I was assessing her hand on my walk around the table, I ever-so-slightly put my hand on her shoulder. Guess who got her mojo back?
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