Darcy had tried them all and now he was resorting to a marriage broker. It had been over a week since he had taken the psychometric tests proctored by the Face of Everyman. Twice a day he checked his mail box, hoping for a response. Surely the opportunity for an interview would be happening soon. Maybe he shouldn’t have rented the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Elvis Chapel and Bridal Suite without having a firm date in mind.
Just back from a big writer’s conference in San Francisco, Jethro inquired if the Face of Everyman had received his postcards. Well, as it turns out, the postal zip code for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is often alphabetic not numeric. Once a month someone brings over the stuff left over at the local Dead Letter Office. “E” sorts thru the bundles and holds mail call for those still in residence.
Thaddeus felt a calling but just what eluded him. He’d been a butcher, a baker, a candle stick maker. He was here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to interview for a new position as elevator operator. the Face of Everyman was at a loss to understand such a need. Most guests checked in with no luggage and could find their own way to their rooms.
Roscoe liked the openness of the common eating area but had misgivings about sharing with others especially the pigeons and squirrels. They weren’t his kind of people. In general he felt that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa met his basic nesting needs. His next concern was about the school. He had heard that their curriculum followed unorthodox methods. the Face of Everyman felt strongly that he should defend the Montetorkie School and say good things, but strangely he chose this moment to remain mute. Roscoe did end up settling nearby, raised a family and ran for a seat on the school board.
Johnny Dark Eyes could never remember if he was on Parole or Probation. Once a month an officer would meet him for lunch at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. While picking thru the sumptuous buffet offerings, the usual questions were asked and the usual answers given. Often the civil servant picked up the tab. Not wishing to be complicit, the Face of Everyman tried to ignore Johnny’s incredulous responses.
The County Chain Gang had been assigned to clean up the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa after the storm. But, as usual, they left a bigger mess. Seen above is a frequent and prominent guest picking his way thru tobacco shreds after the smokers had been instructed to field strip their cigarettes and leave no trace of the butts. the Face of Everyman regretted that he had invented the filter tip. https://tinyurl.com/ybgmjez3
Shriver returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa after his brief stint in the Peace Corps. It seems he didn’t fit in well with the Flamingos he was assigned to mentor. He told the Face of Everyman that he thought it best to resign. His next assignment was to be six months in the Antarctic teaching Penguins to fly. He found himself at lose ends. https://tinyurl.com/y8qhkbwl