Her parents had named her Diondra (Lady of the Sacred Spring). Most fitting for a youngster born at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, site of the Spring of Perpetual Giving. Poor old the Face of Everyman he had to avert his gaze each time Diondra stumbled and fell. The gal was without an ounce of poise.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is normally a petri dish of innovative ideas and products. Seen above is the Face of Everyman being confronted by unhappy customers who have used his patented spray on plumage paint. He resorted to offering free touch-ups for thirty days. Most just wanted their money back.
The cool crisp air of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was shattered by the high speed pass of Zelda, sister of the Bergdorf Twins, and part of their flying circus when she wasn’t away setting world records for something or the other. The shock wave startled the Face of Everyman. His blood pressure reached unheard of extremes.
A massive shift along fault lines near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had blocked the deep fissure that carried water to the Spring of Eternal Giving. It was up to the Face of Everyman to employ his powers of psychokinesis to clear the vital, life giving passageway. Few thanked him for exhaustive efforts.
Velvet wasn’t sure which of these two guys she was meeting for her luncheon date at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Neither of them resembled their photos on the web site, AvianHarmony dot com. Which one was Hacker? Which was CEO? the Face of Everyman sensed her dilemma. The venerable sage recommended the Cobb salad with bacon bits and tuna substituting for the chicken and chopped eggs.
Graydon had chosen the lush gardens of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa as the setting to announce his candidacy. His wild promises to drain the swamp and curtail illegal immigration brought gasps from his meager audience. the Face of Everyman tried to whisper a new stratagem. Unwittingly he offered Graydon: “A chicken in every pot.”