I love to shuffle cards, just love it.
People think I’m some kind of card shark because of this. They think I have some sort of secret communication with the cards that lets me know how to play.
Well I wish it were true. I wish I were a better bridge player and could keep track of who’s holding what all the time.
My secret communication is limited to the physical shuffling of them. I love the snapping zip of a good frank shuffle down on the table, followed by the softer susurration of the arched halves of the deck flying into place between my crossed thumbs.
I wish there were more cards in a deck. Not too many more, just a dozen or twenty more. Just enough to let the zipping and the shusshing go on a little longer before the next cut.
I’m quick at it, too, which really impresses my new bridge buddies. Cut, zip, shussh, smart rap on the table to even them up, and start over. They don’t know I’ve been shuffling since before I could properly hold a deck in my hands. They don't know this doesn't mean I'm good at anything aside from shuffling.
Friday comes round again.
7 hours ago