A group of Grand Chess Grand Masters gathered at a fancy
hotel one winter for their annual convention. Their days were filled with
exciting matches, and in the evenings, they enjoyed gathering in the hotel
lobby in front of a wonderful roaring fire to socialize, brag a little about
their own play, and generally comment on each other’s play and the excitement
of the day.
But one evening the hotel manager could take it no more.
Slamming his way out from behind the desk, he approached the unsuspecting
group.
“You are all going to have to leave this lobby immediately,”
he said.
“But why? What have we done wrong?” asked the
chess players.
“Nothing really,” said the manager. “I just can’t stand to
see all these of chess nuts boasting in an open foyer.”