Last night was poker night. I called my fifteen minutes, and with forty seconds left, we played one last hand. As the cards came out, I was heading towards a straight. It came down to me and one other person, and he kept bidding me up. I kept going too, because at the end, I had my straight. So, the hand ends, and I show my straight: Q J 10 9 8. Then my friend shows. K Q J 10 9. I was shocked...so close! In any case, I still ended up making money, so it was fine, but I could not believe he had the one set that could beat me.
This proves, once again, that I only win a lot when I'm drunk.