Occupational Safety

the Face of Everyman could not believe the series of misfortunes that seemed to befall the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage saw his Golden Handshake from corporate disappear; as from the corner of his eye he witnessed the OSHA inspector fall on slippery pavement. Luckily the clinic was open and first responders on duty. The head office received a letter from OSHA suggesting that warning signs be erected and a safety railing ring the entire pool.

Prerogative

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.

Impasse

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.

Chaos

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.

Pioneering

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.

Containers

Each day former lodgers of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa stopped to say hello to the Face of Everyman.  Robespierre was noncommittal about whether or not the venerable sage would get to meet any of his new family.  Container plantings purchased by the kindly ol’ pensioner didn’t really have enough undergrowth for good nest building.  Perhaps, he and Cozette, would return when the plantings offered more mature cover.