Official off site observers for Groundhogs Day began arriving at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman would have the Jumbotron on and in focus for this annual event. It would be an early wake up call for the five elected observers to insure that there were no shenanigans pulled by the handlers of Punxsutawney Phil. The official line in Vegas was six more weeks.
Throckmorton had gone to full defensive stance. He was not about to share this moment with anyone. Rules at the Foggy Bottom Resort and Spa were generally lax. the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure what to do; mortal combat wasn’t his thing. At last he blew his whistle and in his strongest voice said:”Your three minutes are up! Next!” It worked.
Once again Lulu found herself high and dry in the Dating Game. These were her choices for lunch at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa First Tuesday luncheon get together. These guys all looked like losers. Her angry letter to The Village Herald would castigate the Face of Everyman for not stirring the pot more for better results, better attendance. Her doggy bag was her only consolation as she watched the nightly news on TV.
Veruca took one look at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and declared that she wanted it all. the Face of Everyman awoke from his nap, startled and knew at once that he had an over indulged fledgling on his hands. As one might expect; her parents were not to be seen.
A flight of young toughs, right out of Juvie, hit the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It was a crime scene for five minutes as they threshed about seeking to damage whatever they could. the Face of Everyman had never encountered such rowdy behavior since he watched “Rumble Fish” on late night TV. These fledglings were Hells Angels wannabes.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa has become the target of the Hotel & Innkeepers bureaucracy. Weekly, inspectors from some agency or another descends on the Resort to assess and evaluate. the Face of Everyman began expect the beginnings of a hostile takeover and tried to warn Corporate. In the end Foggy Bottoms was downgraded to: “A A +”. The venerable sage agreed to add signage in Esperanto and double the amount of berries served at Brunch. He would be re-inspected for compliance.
The bus from the orphanage dropped off Daphne for her first day at the Montetorkie School. the Face of Everyman welcomed her to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and gave her words of encouragement to help her on this day of new beginnings. His own first day had been chaotic; inside a lava tube at the base of a volcano. Chalk hadn’t been invented yet and the heat had been almost unbearable.
the Face of Everyman didn’t know what to believe. These two jokers arrive at the crack of dawn claiming to be auditors sent by Corporate to check the books of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. These two knew their stuff. The invoice for two hundred bit coin worth of illegal fireworks was the their first discovery. The audit went down hill from there. Once again the venerable sage felt his Golden Handshake slipping from his grasp. To say nothing of his renown grand 4th of July fireworks display.
Elizabeth wasn’t sure she liked the idea of Rocky watching her bathe. But she shrugged it off as this was a public area in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In Wildlife Behavior 101 she had learned to just turn your back. Hopefully the rodent would return to gorging himself; besides the Face of Everyman was alert for once and watching out for her.