Once again tempers flared over a perceived sense of entitlement. Should the Spotted Towhee go first because he nested on the ground and probably was dirtier? And should the White-crowned Sparrow go next as he built his nest just a few feet above ground? Lastly should pushy immigrants, the House Sparrow, no better than English Starlings, be allowed to stare down decent common folks? the Face of Everyman held his tongue but resorted to his mind control abilities to plant in the mind of each guest that the the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a sanctuary for all and trivial attitudes should be left at the boundary.
Toqui wasn’t sure of the protocol in this situation. Did Robins have a greater right to enter the water first? Or did age and gender have a place in the decision? Sometimes the Face of Everyman pretended not to notice what went on in the lives of those who were guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. As a sort of polite stand off ensued the venerable sage attempted to review in his mind every newspaper column written by Miss Manners. Alas, no response to “Dear Gentle Reader” seemed to fit this stalemate.
Timmy, the Timid, took his cue from the startled expression on the Face of Everyman. Timmy had been diagnosed by the folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Mental Health Clinic as panophobic. But, somehow this seemed different. If the venerable sage was alarmed then perhaps Timmy better rethink swimming today and just shower in the locker room.
Sedgwick had a mean streak. Belly flops and cannonballs were some his favorite ways of tormenting the Face of Everyman. Truth be known, the venerable sage welcomed bit of washing away the litter that collected in his craggy features. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had it’s share of strange bedfellows.
Slidell was hell bent on creating mischief. Things in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa needed stirring up. But, inasmuch as it was almost sundown, he thought he’d best return to his pipe & slippers. the Face of Everyman could sense Slidell’s inner rage and was thankful that this quiet resort community would not be subject to chaos and blind panic this very night.
Bancroft thought of himself as a visionary. Here and there in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he could be seen looking towards the future. His conversations were delivered in the form or pronouncements. Few, except the Face of Everyman, could understand such sayings as: a rising tide can lift the Titanic. No one dared ask for the time of day for fear of being forced to listen to something akin to a ruling from a high court.