the Face of Everyman was shocked to overhear a conversation between two influential members of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa planning commission. The scheme was to drain the pool to prevent water fowl from getting H1B visas for temporary residency.
Cosmos regretted trying to restart his former tie-dye business. The concierge at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had agreed to mention his salon. But now it was obvious to him that cheap water based dyes would not lead to wealth and fame. the Face of Everyman suggested that his left over dyes be used for face painting at the County Fair. Cosmos hoped that it would all wash off before he was subject to too much public ridicule.
Velvet wasn’t sure which of these two guys she was meeting for her luncheon date at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Neither of them resembled their photos on the web site, AvianHarmony dot com. Which one was Hacker? Which was CEO? the Face of Everyman sensed her dilemma. The venerable sage recommended the Cobb salad with bacon bits and tuna substituting for the chicken and chopped eggs.
Lefty had at long last caught up with Mullard. They were archenemies. the Face of Everyman defused the confrontation by inviting each to sign up for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Saturday Night Fights. Grudge fights were usually billed just before the title matches. Personal quarrels worked the crowd into a frenzy; if there was one.
Edith could take it no more. She was fed up with two slackers in the household. The tipping point was when her son Edsel asked to borrow five dollars so he and his father Mullard could play Putt-Putt Golf at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa award winning nine hole course. It was difficult, but the Face of Everyman pretended to be asleep during Edith’s hour long tirade. Then she turned her tongue-lashing towards Edsel’s hapless father.
One day Mullard realized that nothing changed at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The security camera kept a watchful eye on everyone; day after day. The Spring of Eternal Giving was indeed, just that. the Face of Everyman was always present. His resentment grew the more he thought about his lot in life and the sameness of it all. He was about to share his bitterness with the venerable sage when in the blink of an eye, he forgot what he was about to say. Perhaps the Bar would open early today.
Edith was relentless. She harped all morning about how they had missed the Free Continental Breakfast at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It seems that Mullard had failed to set the clock correctly for the new time. Hopefully in November he’d get it right. the Face of Everyman offered to enroll them in his “Rise an’ Shine” wake up service.