at The Bicycle Club. When it got down to four of us left, the guy to my left had $100 in chips (blinds were $100-$200). Sensing impending doom, he signed up for another satellite a few tables away. He ended up winning several hands and after ten minutes of three of us rotating chips, he sold his seat at the other table to someone else (he was the fourth at our table that got knocked out). And as fate would have it, he got knocked out from our table about two hands later and the guy who took his spot won that satellite.

Funny how this stuff works... Steve B