Butch and Sundance assured the Face of Everyman that they were just passing through; headed for the high timber country. As a gesture of hospitality the venerable sage gave each a pine cone; their dish of choice. The banal foodstuff offered by the kindly ol’ pensioner was not suitable for these genetically adapted guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. https://tinyurl.com/yafdazsp
Darcy had tried them all and now he was resorting to a marriage broker. It had been over a week since he had taken the psychometric tests proctored by the Face of Everyman. Twice a day he checked his mail box, hoping for a response. Surely the opportunity for an interview would be happening soon. Maybe he shouldn’t have rented the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Elvis Chapel and Bridal Suite without having a firm date in mind.
Chucky confronted the Face of Everyman about the onerous co-pay on the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Dental Plan. “C’s” orthodontic appliances needed adjustment every two weeks. As the sole wage earner of a family of six he often had to forage an extra shift just to keep his head above water. Was there any way for him to get ahead? Next, the girls will want Contacts. https://tinyurl.com/o736l9w
One day Mullard realized that nothing changed at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The security camera kept a watchful eye on everyone; day after day. The Spring of Eternal Giving was indeed, just that. the Face of Everyman was always present. His resentment grew the more he thought about his lot in life and the sameness of it all. He was about to share his bitterness with the venerable sage when in the blink of an eye, he forgot what he was about to say. Perhaps the Bar would open early today.
Spring migration of song birds was increasing. Word of the fabulous Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had spread far and wide. the Face of Everyman was starting to lack the skills to properly ID migrants who were not yet in spring mating colors. The gnome in the background is of no help; he appears to be sleeping off last nights festivities.
Sparky kept a wary eye out on the suspicious looking Gnome waving from the cabana huts while he was trying to eat his lunch before the pushy bumptious pigeons showed up. “S” was unaware that about this time of year the Face of Everyman invited all imaginary little people to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Within days, Gnomes, Pixies, Elfs, Leprechauns, and perhaps a few well behaved Trolls would appear for Everyman’s traditional no-host bar and the free feast of imaginary national foods.
Early Chinese manuscripts had given the Face of Everyman the idea behind avian rocketry. A small rocket is attached to the under belly of the bird; a pull on a string ignites the rocket. Seen above is the first successful flight at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Test Facility. Onlookers seem unimpressed by this technological marvel.