A cold shiver ran thru the Face of Everyman when he realized that behind him was Bucko Billy Robinson, First Mate on the hell ship HMS Dracula. What could he be doing here in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? Had he, at last, hunted down the venerable sage who jumped ship in Port Alberni? Turns out this bully had bought into the local retirement assisted living condos. They were to be neighbors; maybe even friends.
Couples Therapy is not going well for Phil and Irene. Phil dropped the talking stick and Irene took that moment to hit him with everything she had in her gunny sack of past grievances. The screaming and yelling could be heard thru out the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was caught off guard. Even bystanders interjected their thoughts. The venerable sage decided to see each client separately.
A round of Robins swept in ahead of the scorned European Starling. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was open to all except when guests took matters into their own hands. the Face of Everyman decided to let matters be. Besides, Starlings were as rowdy as Frat Boys at a kegger.
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.