No party was sure what was the proper thing to do. The dating service had extended Henry’s invitation for lunch at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to both young ladies. What was supposed to be a cozy meet & greet was now a threesome. the Face of Everyman had a vast library of protocols but none fit this specific situation. Henry fled and got a partial refund from the dating service.
Cyril had seen better days; elite hotels where Perrier with a Ph of 5 was the drink de jure. After the market crashed he took to drinking from public fountains; perhaps free diving for small change. He was in total shock when he drank thirstily at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The traveler’s guide book prepared by the Face of Everyman gave no hint as to the swamp water pigswill a refined guest would encounter. The clinic staff assured Cyril that he did not need a Tetanus booster shot.
Yikes! Tad was about cause the whole swimming beach to erupt. Anyone close would be swept out to sea as the virtual tsunami receded. the Face of Everyman shouted a warning to the onlookers as he himself clung tightly to his moorings. Tad may find himself Eighty Sixed at the next meeting of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa HOA representatives.
The ol’ Pensioner’s Almanac failed to mention the almost catastrophic high tide that would occur on this date at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. However it did bring out the usual gawkers. No one mentioned anything about rescue efforts on behalf of the Face of Everyman but rather how high would the tide go. At last the water showed signs of receding and boredom set in.
Hollingsworth wanted a family photo to give his Mother on Mothers Day. Trouble was that neither Marleen nor Randal wanted to be photographed. It didn’t matter that the backdrop was the beautifully manicured gardens of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In the end the Face of Everyman photo-shopped smiling faces on each subject. Mom cried when she received such a precious gift.