He figured the best was about to come. He knew that things were not going as he had planned when the host took a matzo out, broke it, and then put it away instead of eating it. Then things only got worse. Fifteen minutes went by and still no food. Then a half and hour, an hour, and the wine in his empty stomach began acting with his hunger pangs.
Tonight is no joyous night.
He started to get angry and frustrated. However, the basin came out again, and his hopes began to rise. He was sorely disappointed to see that his host had begun to devour a large portion of Matzo, and a similar size was given to all around the table. All began eating the Matzo with a haste the poor guest could not understand. He began chomping like everyone else, getting more and more frustrated with each swallow.