the Face of Everyman had noted Roberta’s strange actions. Mental Health from the clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was asked to do an evaluation. Turns out that she had dropped a contact lense. “The Bachelor” casting call and audition ran only two more nights. She was almost in despair.
Staring
It was often said that the Face of Everyman was all knowing and all seeing. Repeating such ideas filled the days of the idle folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Griselda always thought his staring eyes followed her where ever she went. Hombre grunted his concurrence.
Bounty
A spirit of generosity swept over J. D. He called out to the small crow by the cabana huts; “Would you like some bread?” Not realizing that the life like silhouette could not respond, he turned next to the Face of Everyman. As it happened, the venerable sage was fasting. Everywhere he turned throughout the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa there seemed no one to whom he could share his bounty of stale whole wheat bread. The spirit of generosity left J.D. as swiftly as it had arrived. He relished every morsel.
Conspiracy
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.
Bad Blood
Bradley tried to defuse the tense situation. Rarely were bad blood differences a problem at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but today long held grudges surfaced between two families. Even the Face of Everyman, who held several Nobel Peace Prizes, was at a loss for words. There seemed no hope for a friendly sit down.
Pioneering
Bancroft thought of himself as a visionary. Here and there in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he could be seen looking towards the future. His conversations were delivered in the form or pronouncements. Few, except the Face of Everyman, could understand such sayings as: a rising tide can lift the Titanic. No one dared ask for the time of day for fear of being forced to listen to something akin to a ruling from a high court.
Gas Lighting
Esmeralda began to question whether Robb was Gas Lighting their relationship. She ran a few things by the Face of Everyman: The gift of a day at the Spa, Those Facebook photos of another Dove, Emails to someone named Chanel. Robb said that she was imagining things. The venerable sage often dealt with these types of situations. He helped her arrive at her own conclusion; all the while trying to remember to renew his subscription to Psychology Today.
Going Blonde
Bonzo couldn’t remember much about the Toga Party held last night at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He knew that he’d had fun because he felt so bad. First thing, he checked to see that his Frat Brothers hadn’t shaved off his eyebrows while he was unconscious. But it wasn’t until the Face of Everyman noticed the color of his tail that he knew something was different. Bonzo was now going blonde.
Jump Rope
In a secret laboratory deep below the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa the Face of Everyman had been perfecting his virtual jump rope. Mary Jane was chosen to demonstrate the long awaited device. Next on the drawing board was one for skipping rope including audio for ten catchy counting rhymes; all of them classics.
Knock-Knock
Sylly-Bell wanted to be a stand up comic. She always tried out her new material on the Face of Everyman. Today she doing Knock-Knock jokes; many she picked up from fledglings at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Most seemed nonsensical to the venerable sage; but, as seen above, Sylly-Bell can’t help but laugh.
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