Field and Track tryouts had begun in earnest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen below are two fellow athletes performing the standing high jump. the Face of Everyman always felt inadequate during this season. Nevertheless he soldier on as Coach, Referee, and live TV announcer.
the Face of Everyman’s Mother had always said, “Birds of a feather flock together.” Seen below is proof. As these two species of birds wreak havoc on the Friday afternoon smorgasbord at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Everyman was already over budget this quarter because of the New Years Eve party. He would have to call on his creative accounting skills to make things look right.
The fight started in the bar but spilled into the streets and then the very waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman seemed powerless to stop them until he spoke sharply to them in their native Omniglot. The group left peacefully and returned to their Baltic States flagged ship. Their kind always made trouble.
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.
Three tenors signed up for auditions. Their voices were strong and beautiful but the Face of Everyman was reluctant to book them for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa annual Mitch Miller Singalong. It seems that they couldn’t whistle. However, because of their grotesque appearance he did have a small part for them in his Halloween Extravaganza.
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.
The Shapeshifters were back. They rarely stayed long at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but their presence was a force of pure evil. the Face of Everyman tried to be cordial but he knew that they could see thru his facade. Two drinks at the bar and a pull on the dollar slots and they were gone. Seemingly they took nothing of value.