It's the thrill . Other climbers began to want to join our table, hoping to capitalize on our efforts. One we had to scold. Stiff and alert, Mark would stalk a tray as it came down the line, then pounce. In his zeal, his entire upper body would vanish into the conveyor belt.
Horror stories exist in the trade, of course.
One scarfer gratefully seated himself at an abundant table, only to have a very burly owner return from the men's room. He just looked at me, then walked on by. Then a big security crackdown threatened scarfers. Many were apprehended. I, quite intimidated, quit cold turkey.