Lost in the Amazon
They've been breaking tables at record speed since the dinner break, and you'd think players would have figured out the drill by now. As they broke one more to leave us with nine, a player was taking his time getting to his new seat. He kept his chips on his former table for a minute or two, wandering around, adjusting his racks, trying to kill as much time as possible without playing a hand. He did a good job of acting genuinely faklempt, but eventually, the floor ran out of patience. They herded him to his new seat and got him into the action before he could skip out on another hand.