Buffet

Cheeky knew he was venerable, but somehow it didn’t matter. The Sunday buffet set out by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was too satisfying. the Face of Everyman felt remorse at subjecting his guests to the fate of being eaten by raptors.

Air

Ancient philosophers asked, “How many angels could dance on the head of a pin?” The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed swamped by this infinite number. the Face of Everyman gasped for air.

Poster

Upton needed a photo for his campaign poster. It had to show his strength of character, his willingness to fight for the common man and of course, his humble beginnings. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa provided the backdrop, and the Face of Everyman charged him double.

What?

It was the first she had ever noticed that thingy over there. Did it just wink at her? Barbara was never sure about what went on in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman wasn’t about to confirm the presence of the security camera.