Trolley Stop

The village transit authority had finally extended the trolley system out to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  They had failed to account for the surge of Friday afternoon rush hour commuters let alone that the concept of queuing up in an orderly fashion was an anathema to song birds.  the Face of Everyman quickly lost any sense of caring and decided that he would instead turn his thoughts towards how he’d dress for dinner; perhaps his white sharkskin tuxedo.