I was in the club lounge when cheering erupted from the penny game. “What was that about?” I asked a kibitzer who came in for a drink.
“Grapefruit got a taste of his own medicine.”
Grapefruit, our member with the mood of an untipped waiter, berates his partners without mercy. He had been West, and when East-West got to four spades, South saved at five diamonds. Grapefruit roared out a double, and all passed.
Grapefruit led the queen of spades. South took the ace, throwing a heart from dummy, and crossruffed three spades and three clubs. He cashed the K-A of hearts and ruffed a heart with dummy’s last trump. Having won 10 tricks, South had the Q-J-9 of trumps, and Grapefruit had his A-K-10. South then ruffed a club with the queen, and Grapefruit had to overruff and concede the 13th trick. Making five!
Grapefruit turned as purple as a grape.
“Partner, you’re so dumb you’d return a pack of M&Ms because it was full of Ws. With a void in diamonds, bid five spades.” “Five spades fails,” East retorted. “That would be better than their making five diamonds doubled,” Grapefruit snarled. He told the kibitzers that East was one neuron short of a synapse. Ed, our best player, was South. “Pardon me,” he said to Grapefruit. “You know your side has most of the high cards, and we bid five diamonds on distribution. If you lead the king, ace and a third trump, I go down three.”
That was when the cheering began, and with good reason.