Hoppin’ John paid a recent visit to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He was the national spokesperson for folks with peg legs. Much of the time he didn’t wear his prosthesis; he deemed it too heavy and it caused him to fly in circles. the Face of Everyman assured him that a team of engineers were working on a feather-lite Carbon Fiber prosthetic. John could be wearing a test model as soon as next week.
Father Robin agreed to dedicate the new opening for the Spring of Eternal Giving but he wasn’t happy about it. the Face of Everyman had called him away from a poker tournament at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Casino and he had been winning. The resentment would show all week on his otherwise poker face.
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.
Brayden was looking for work at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; maybe a part-time Cabana Boy during Spring Break. the Face of Everyman had read his CV. He seemed over qualified. The regulars would not be back from Mexico until about the end of March. Prospects looked slim for the newcomer. However there might be an opening for Locker room towel boy on the weekend grave shift.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa hosts a speaker’s club. Weekly, after lunch, speeches are given on a topic assigned the previous week. Today no one was prepared. Everybody wanted to tell the Face of Everyman how much the snow had prevented them from getting even one single idea down on paper. The meeting was chaotic. Robert’s Rules of Order didn’t address a Round of Robins.
the Face of Everyman had thoughts of getting out of the catering business at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. For this Army Buddies reunion he had watered down the drinks and added more junk food to the serving line; but as soon as the brandy and cigars were passed out, the fights began. The venerable sage needed a better plan to prevent next year’s Donnybrook.