Dumpster Diving

Dawn came and Ronnie was still trying to tell the Face of Everyman how life was so unfair.  There was less and less good garbage to be had in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa or the near by village.  First it was Disposals, then composters, then locking lids on curbside cans.  Dumpster Diving just isn’t what it was like in the old days.  Ronnie could remember stories his grandfather used to tell of knocking over garbage cans in town and strewing the fermenting mess up and down the alleyways.  The venerable sage could only nod; all the while computing Pi to the Nth decimal in his head to help relieve his boredom.


Meryl and Beryl the Gemstone twins had been home schooled and were visiting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for the first time.  They were critical to the Nth degree.   the Face of Everyman had been enjoying the sweet fragrance of the Honey Suckle flower when voices behind him spoke in caustic tones.  “Look at that floating garbage”.  “Is this water safe for swimming?”   Rather than respond to defend this posh spa; the venerable sage remained mute a he is sometimes wont to do.