Stark Terror

the Face of Everyman awoke in a state of stark terror.  He had misplaced his memory chip somewhere on the vast grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  He had no memory of the last 24 hours.  His only hope would be to relive yesterday “vicariously” through replays of the security cameras.

The High Court

The High Court met at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to consider the merits of a case alleging poor quality of food served by the kindly ol’ pensioner.  After hearing arguments they adjourned for a sumptuous lunch prepared by a renown executive chef.  To sway the Court, the Face of Everyman had a few bottles of his best single malt Scotch and a box of fine Cuban cigars placed on a nearby tea cart.  The case was dismissed without prejudice.

Fusion

On quiet mornings poolside at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, before the Cabana boys had set out the chairs, the Face of Everyman liked to snap his fingers and watch isotopes of hydrogen collide.  The resulting plasma warmed his stone cold Danish and lukewarm Coffee.

Botanicals

Few found it easy to maintain their footing and balance after the Face of Everyman took advantage of his free quarterly exfoliating scrub with exotic botanicals at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  As more and more guests booked in to resort he would be hard pressed to pay for the expensive protective procedure on his own.