Bigot-Johnson has never been one. who is lost for words, and here he was at his inglorious best. So midway through the duplicate event, he and his partner arrived at a table, where the slowest player in the club happened to be sitting North. The first board took an age to complete, but worse was to come. On board two it was North's turn to start the bidding. As usual he leaned back into his chair to contemplate his opening bid. Seconds passed by and minutes ticked on, as he immersed himself fully into the think tank. Bigot by now was pulling out his hair. Patience is not one of his virtues.
" For pity's sake man are you going to bid ? The room has already started the third board. "
But not a flicker of emotion from North who appeared to be in a deep thought.
" That's it", screamed Bigot, " I'm called for the TD..........Director !! "
When the TD arrived to hear Bigot's rant about North's slow play, he decided to take a closer look at the motionless North.
" I think the poor man has just passed away....."
" What.....you mean he's dead " cried Bigot's distressed partner, " What are we gonna do ? "
Bigot took just one second to reply....." Take an everage of course ......."