Porcelain Half-Pipe

I scrambled out of my slipper, dashed into the bathroom, and vaulted right over the smooth rim of the dry porcelain bathtub! The sloping white enamel dropped down like a pristine Olympic half-pipe under the morning light. Locking my boots onto my snowboard, I dropped straight in from the high curve. Whoosh! The chilled glaze had zero friction, carrying me in a fast, sweeping arc right across the basin before coming to a clean stop right against the shiny chrome drain plug. Dusting off my knees, I threw both paws up—that was easily the slickest morning drop in the entire house!