These days arguments seemed common at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above local day trippers have garnered the best spots in the spa. Guests have to take second best. the Face of Everyman was reluctant to intercede. If feathers started flying then . . .
The sauna at the fabulous Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was closed during the pandemic. the Face of Everyman tried to put a good spin on it by encouraging everyone to dry off in the Sun. Each day the orb sank lower in these northern skies making the advice offered by the venerable sage more problematical.
The waters of the Spring of Eternal Giving flowed to a trickle and turned cool. Throckmorton was new to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but he felt that he should say something. But somehow no one seemed to care; not even the Face of Everyman.
Cheeky was unhappy with the news that for the foreseeable future meal tickets would be honored at half-rations at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It seems that the creative accounting used by the Face of Everyman had caught up with him. It would be election day before this mess could be straightened out. Cheeky tried to relax and remember where he had buried those macadamia nuts from last Christmas’ swag bags.
The Crows were back to sample Sunday Brunch at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They remained as ill-mannered as the Face of Everyman remembered. Alas, he could think of no ploy to send them elsewhere.
“Well look whose here?” said the Face of Everyman. “Mr. Disgruntled”. Harley was his usual self. Today he may have reason. All the corn chips had been eaten by the Crows. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa varied the meals and times. Harley had spent most of the past week yelling from the tree tops. “Next time keep your eye on the buffet.” Offered the venerable sage.
There was a standing prize of two bit coin if anyone could straighten the catch basin at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above a strapping young guest is putting his back into the task. the Face of Everyman allowed each contestant three attempts. Try as he might; this young aspirant barely made ripples on the water.
The crunch of dried leaves behind him made Big Boy turn; ready to accept any challenger on the vast savannas of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Alas it was only the Face of Everyman using local natural products for quick exfoliation. After all, his face was his fortune.
The Pacific Flyway always seems to have it’s share of troublemakers. Jagger’s arrival at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa made life no easier for the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage was powerless to deal with this roving thug; many of the security forces were in self isolation due to the pandemic.
Sonny was out of prison and eager to show off his new ink to all who could admire the beauty of the new lines. He was doubly pleased that his release was in time for him to display the skeleton like qualities as a Halloween costume. the Face of Everyman wasn’t into large body tattoos but folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were curious about a lot of things.
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