The bit about the trap reminds me of attending the Isle of Lewis chess festival more years ago than I care to think about.
Me and my mate Willie hadn't been on holiday for ages, so we took a week off work and entered the tournament. As Willie put it, "We're on holiday AND we're playing chess! It doesn't get better than that!"
I was in the 1500-1800 group and was rated 1585 at the time if I remember right. In the 2nd round I ended up paired up against a guy rated 1130. I was a bit confused as it seems to me that 1130 is less than 1500. I went to the organiser to check my math and he said the guy had asked to be entered into the higher group because it was his first rating and he thought he was under-rated due to playing low-rated players all of his first year.
I said "fair enough" and waited for the start of the round. The guy seemed kinda arrogant when he arrived, but I thought maybe I was misreading him.
He played 1.d4, so I responded with 1...c5. I wasn't trying for the trap, but rather to try to avoid the Trompowsky, having lost every time I'd faced it up til then.
My opponent's reaction was a bit over the top. He did a comedy-style double-take, then let out a huge sigh and looked really annoyed. He took the pawn and then sat back with his arms folded, making loud sighing noises and looking around and then at me.
It was obvious he thought he was dealing with someone so bad at chess that they lost a pawn on move 1 and was wanting me to know how upset he was at not getting a challenge.
I was a bit baffled. GM Nigel Davis once said there is no such thing as a bad move on move 1, just some that aren't as good as others (although 1.d4 g5 doesn't look great for black to me).
So we played on and when I played 3...a5 his expression of contempt faultered. He then confidently played 4.c3, looked at me and looked alarmed. I was looking at him in complete confusion. "What was he up to? Did he have some amazing plan involving his Queen jumping into an attack?" These thoughts were going through my head and I'd constructed some fantastical variations. But all looked really bad for white.
I played 4....ab. After about 15 minutes of thought he replied 5.cb and looked to me as if looking for confirmation (all the arrogance and the dramatic sighing had stopped). When I moved the Queen he deflated. He tried 6.Qc2 Qxa1 7.Nc3, but I just kept it simple (I had been out at a local pub the night before, and had drunk a lot of coffee in the morning to counter it, so I had both a mini-hangover and was overloaded on caffeine so concentrating wasn't easy) and played 7...Ra3 and sacced the exchange so I could extract my queen.
He resigned a few moves later and when I tried to talk to him he left in a huff.
A Huff is an old-fashioned carriage. It is smaller than the standard ones, seating just one person and instead of horses, it is drawn by a team of labradors. Certainly an impressive exit.
Willie's game had also finished early. He played a game so chaotic his opponent got confused and thought he was playing White (he was playing Black), saw the position was lost for White and resigned. I thought Willie was winding me up, but his opponent appeared (a short bespectacled cheery lad that could have been anywhere from 14 to 40) and confirmed this. I had no words so we just headed into the canteen and had a chat and went over the madness of their game.
Later we hired some bikes and went cycling around the Isle of Lewis. Willie wanted to go off-road. Almost immediately I went down a slope, hit a tree and went flying. I called out to Willie to not come down as there was a tree on the slope. He called out "righty-ho", came flying down and crashed into the tree. He picked himself up and said, "Oh right. When you said 'Tree' you meant an actual tree."
Aside from that the island turned out to be gorgeous and certainly a place to visit.
A bit of pity the chess festival was a 1-off and they didn't make it an annual event.