Natasha had hoped to renew her expired passport and visitors visa at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa UN Consulate. Alas she was too late. Budget constraints forced small regional offices to close months ago. When the Face of Everyman heard her sobbing in despair, he immediately got out his official seal and stamp. After all the venerable sage had long been designated plenipotentiary for a whole host small republics; surely hers was among them.
Fugitive
Police detectives from the village circulated this file photo of Robespierre. There had been inquires from guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa about bogus social media stock purchased from a bird fitting his description. the Face of Everyman “vaguely” remembered printing a few artfully engraved stock certificates. In fact he took a flyer and bought a hundred shares. Naturally, in awkward situations like this, the venerable sage remained mute.
Tirade
Edith could take it no more. She was fed up with two slackers in the household. The tipping point was when her son Edsel asked to borrow five dollars so he and his father Mullard could play Putt-Putt Golf at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa award winning nine hole course. It was difficult, but the Face of Everyman pretended to be asleep during Edith’s hour long tirade. Then she turned her tongue-lashing towards Edsel’s hapless father.
Easter Egg Hunt
Ichabod had arrived almost a week early for most of the scheduled Easter Egg hunts. His favorites were those set at Chetzemoka Park. Wet grass and toddlers thru pre-teens stomping along in hunt for barely hidden eggs caused worms of all sizes to emerge. A veritable feast not found at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman made a simple request: “If you find a chocolate bunny; I’d be pleased to share it with you.”
Warbler
Tanuki
Tanuki always stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa on his way home from the village garbage dump. Rumors of the stocking of the pond were rampant. It was up to the Face of Everyman to quell such talk. Truth be known; April 1st was the date that the fish hatchery folks would drop off a bag of minnows.
Catch and Release
Instead of watching Romper Room in the morning, Ripley watched The Nature Channel. Strangely he imprinted on Eagles. Seen hovering above the turbulent waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; he is poised to catch the first fish to appear. the Face of Everyman wondered if he should call Fish & Wildlife and request that a modest amount of minnows be stocked. “Catch and Release” of course.
Red Crossbill
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
Elvis Chapel
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.
Co-Pay
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
