New Residents meeting

A welcoming reception was held for the new residents in the last six months. Better than a dozen of them came and there was a big audience. We must all be Baptists because we always show up when there is something to eat. The 7Up punch afterwards was marvelous - and a disappointment to alcoholics.

After answering some questions, the Social Director began passing the mike to each new resident so they could tell their name, apartment number, and favorite hobbies. The hobbies ranged from God to TV or reading and vinyl recordings. I wasn't sure about the first one. Does he collect gods? Maybe he super-details them.

All went well until they came to Ed. He said, "I am Ed and live in 666 and I don't like the food here." Although the Social Director could have handled it, the Manageress quickly snatched the microphone out of his hand and ended the talk portion. Poor Ed never got to tell what his hobbies were.

All hail, Ed, the new King of Problem Residents.

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