The Christmas office party at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was sluggish. Salaried workers were slow to mix with hourly coworkers. the Face of Everyman judiciously added a jeroboam of the bubbly to the punch bowl; then laced the party-mix with jalapeno sauce and stood back.
Lil’ Dexter wasn’t sure why he had to take a bath. He was cold and the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was over half way to the North Pole. the Face of Everyman cited a list of people who had braved the cold to achieve a clear head: Greeks, Romans, Samurai warriors, Baptists and perhaps even Evangelists. Dexter didn’t really care; he wanted to go home. Mom felt as tho’ she’d lost the battle. Her son would become a Hippie.
Each Thanksgiving was much the same: freeloaders from nearby sanctuaries showed up make sure that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would have dishes to meet their unique dietary needs. the Face of Everyman was “tearing his hair out.” “Could no one just be thankful for a good meal?” The Chef had received a good price on meal worms. Protein should be a part of everyone’s diet.
Ordinarily newly weds drank from a silver chalice as the Face of Everyman concluded the ceremony. However this day the venerable sage had loaned the sacred cup to the Soccer coach to present to the winning team in the match between Foggy Bottoms United and the Village F C. The young couple were too in love to notice that their vows were sealed with something akin to swamp water.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Theater group had staged their Murder Mystery Dinner Theater. The outcome was more than even the Face of Everyman could imagine. No one seemed to know the victim nor recall him at dinner the previous evening. Everyone stood around waiting for the Constable from the village to arrive. “Nasty business.” A bystander was heard to say.
Rodney wasn’t sure that spiky hair was still a style. Perhaps a Mohawk would be a better choice for Prom Night. the Face of Everyman was ambiguous. Aside from donning mating colors few style choices changed throughout the years at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In the end Rodney and his prom date went in conventional attire.
As the rain began in plop drops Armbrewster casually commented that he hopped that it wouldn’t rain a deluge causing him to miss lunch. The blue plate special served at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was renown hereabouts. the Face of Everyman could only smile. Mere words can not describe the downpours he had seen since the parting of the supercontent Pangaea.