My T.V. Guide

In the middle of a Hockey game my flat screen went black and a woman’s face appeared.
“You should have bet the Rangers,” she smiled and vanished.
Sure enough, I lost a week’s pay.
At work, Sandra a new hire, occupied the cubical next to mine. I feel like a leaf for her and made a fool of myself in the process as she brushed me away like dirt under her feet.
I turned on another Hockey game, and saw the woman’s smiling face, and then the screen switched to porn. There, in a heap of flesh I recognized Sandra.