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.
Johnny Dark-eyes stepped forward at the urging of a variety of ground feeding birds. The petitioners addressed the manner in which the kindly ol’ pensioner scattered bird seed on the concrete pavers. Untold numbers of scratching birds had their toe nails worn to nubbins. Could the Face of Everyman intervene and request that feed be scattered on natural surfaces. “E” recognized the problem and demanded that management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa lay Astro turf on a number of stones to alleviate this feeding crisis. No one was convinced that astro turf was the best solution. However, . . .
Edith was relentless. She harped all morning about how they had missed the Free Continental Breakfast at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It seems that Mullard had failed to set the clock correctly for the new time. Hopefully in November he’d get it right. the Face of Everyman offered to enroll them in his “Rise an’ Shine” wake up service.