Alarm

Newly fledged beings appear daily at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman views with alarm the ponderous Baby Huey slipping slowly towards the inevitable crash into the very face of the venerable sage.  Onlookers are helpless to intervene.

IRS Agent

The IRS agent was clear.  He was here to look at the books of an import company of which the Face of Everyman was listed as CEO.  The venerable sage had so many small and varied interests that surely he couldn’t be expected to recall any particular one at a moments notice.  The agent was gruff and all business, yet he gave “E” till Tuesday to meet his demands.  Everyman thought: “Better call . . .”