No party was sure what was the proper thing to do. The dating service had extended Henry’s invitation for lunch at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to both young ladies. What was supposed to be a cozy meet & greet was now a threesome. the Face of Everyman had a vast library of protocols but none fit this specific situation. Henry fled and got a partial refund from the dating service.
Famine
The Trixster once again has broken thru the defenses of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above he stares transfixed at the Cabana Huts expecting a feast of songbird to emerge. Luckily it is too early for any guests to be swimming laps. the Face of Everyman remained mute but noted the poor condition of the marauding beast.
Romance
A rare sighting of the celebrity love birds that occasionally book in to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above with the Face of Everyman are Bonjour and Au Revoir. Their off screen romances and break ups are difficult to keep straight even for the venerable sage.
Glamour
Erlene posed for over a hundred glamour shots in the early morning hours at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She wanted a provocative pose to share with her new online contact Billy Bob. the Face of Everyman furnished contraband cigarettes for several takes meant to be sexy but they quickly unraveled. In the end it was all for nought. Billy Bob was searching for a nest builder. Someone to extend his legacy down thru the ages. Besides his condo had a non-smoking deed restriction.
Swamp Water
Cyril had seen better days; elite hotels where Perrier with a Ph of 5 was the drink de jure. After the market crashed he took to drinking from public fountains; perhaps free diving for small change. He was in total shock when he drank thirstily at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The traveler’s guide book prepared by the Face of Everyman gave no hint as to the swamp water pigswill a refined guest would encounter. The clinic staff assured Cyril that he did not need a Tetanus booster shot.
Night Stalker
The Trixster had changed his route and timing. As the clock on the old bell tower of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa stuck the hour of Eleven the menace of fluffy household pets and other small mammals roved at will. He was careful to keep a respectable distance between himself and the Face of Everyman. He would deal with that artfully carved chunk of basalt some other time. For now, the hunt was on.
Game Show
Bob and Ethel won an all expense paid vacation at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa on a national TV game show. Unfortunately their booking coincided with an outbreak of Avian Flu. Most of the staff was in strict quarantine. the Face of Everyman was immune and became their most boring constant companion. By late afternoon they had heard all of his Shakespearean Jokes.
Real Thirst
Elizabeth could hardly wait for classes at the Montetorkie school to be over. By sundown today she will have given report cards to all of her students and cleaned out her desk. There was a popular new bar tender at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Lounge. Perhaps Rob will join her for a few Long Island Iced Teas. the Face of Everyman hoped that the Rum Runners shipment of booze showed up soon. Elizabeth always drank as though she had a real thirst to quench.
Prom Night
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.
Hobbit Trail
Once again The Trixster followed the Hobbit Trail to the magical kingdom of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His return was around sunrise as he headed home after a night of feeding from the food chain. He left GPS Droppings (scats) so that others could easily follow the trail at full trot. the Face of Everyman tried to find the courage to drive the carnivore away. But, alas and alack, the venerable sage remained mute.
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