Elizabeth had promised herself that she’d have just one drink. A Long Island Iced Tea perhaps. Where’d be the harm? School was out for the Summer. Her student’s report cards sent home; all the textbooks returned; her next year’s teaching contract was on her desk. Here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa the Face of Everyman had witnessed it all. The renown Montetorkie school had consumed many a promising teaching career. The continuing demand for excellence exceeded the grasp . . . In the end E settled on an open tab and a long afternoon of Cosmopolitans.
Huckster
Fernley was a born huckster. During the week he would collect items, found objects, and peddle them to guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above in security camera file footage F is trying to convince the Face of Everyman that the beer can pull tab he offers is from an authentic Billy Carter can of beer. The venerable sage wasn’t falling for that line of baloney and asked for a certificate of provenance. Fernley quickly switched gears and offered a rusty skate key at fire sale prices.
Contest
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa village newspaper was offering a prize for the best essay on What Father’s Day Means To Me. A few of the guys thought that if they brain stormed as a group they could come up with the prize winning essay. the Face of Everyman was bemused. Judging by the paucity of fledglings anywhere about; these bozos hadn’t a clue.
Thespians
Whitey, The Bard was casting for his Summer Theater in the Park to be staged in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He looked up when a voice asked if he was seeking experienced thespians. The funny looking polka dotted stranger had a foreign accent but could sure spout lines from Shakespear and assured W that he had a vast repertoire that he could call upon at will; casually mentioning the name of repertory theater that sounded vaguely familiar. the Face of Everyman tried to signal The Bard that this fellow would be more trouble than he was worth. In the end, the stranger flew off. Peace and good fellowship once again reigned over this magical setting.
Sacheverell
Sacheverell stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to share his good news with the Face of Everyman. A large insurance company had chosen S to be their national spokesperson and new corporate image. It was a ten year contract and required him to maintain his buff body and suave looks. His antlers were to be insured by Lloyds of London for an undisclosed amount in the event they became unsymmetrical or damaged in such a way as to prohibit public appearances. He was going to miss those dog tossing exhibitions at the county fair; but now his face was his fortune. C’est la vie.
Caustic
Meryl and Beryl the Gemstone twins had been home schooled and were visiting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for the first time. They were critical to the Nth degree. the Face of Everyman had been enjoying the sweet fragrance of the Honey Suckle flower when voices behind him spoke in caustic tones. “Look at that floating garbage”. “Is this water safe for swimming?” Rather than respond to defend this posh spa; the venerable sage remained mute a he is sometimes wont to do.
Disappointment
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a wide spectrum of guests and locals. the Face of Everyman was constantly surprised by what he overheard. Beatrix had been expecting her childhood friend Lance to propose. Instead he wanted to ask her thoughts on his sharing a loft with Maximilian that hot new bartender.
Aliens
Tilley couldn’t catch her breath. “Help!” Aliens were clearing a landing field near the very spot she had chosen for her nest. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was seldom visited by authentic aliens in accordance with the 1947 Treaty of Roswell; of which the Face of Everyman was an early signatory. He assured Ms T that those folks meant no harm and were actually working to make the near by waters cleaner. In fact, the kindly ol’ pensioner had circulated a memo advising all that a crew of Master Gardeners would camp here for several days for the express purpose of habitat improvement. Somewhat mollified, Ms T returned to her nest to shelter her eggs from the Spring rains.
Guided Imagery
Edwina had been egg-less for two seasons. She learned of the Face of Everyman; a great Shaman that lived at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage was reputed to be of benefit to barren couples seeking parenthood. Above, seen in file footage; Everyman is employing guided imagery to assist the hopeful client achieve her dreams.
After Shave
the Face of Everyman had been developing a line of After Shave for the Father’s Day gift giver. He asked Cheeky to give him an honest opinion. One side was Foggy Bottoms Signature while the opposite was Forage. C preferred the latter. Powdered nuts, mostly sugared pecans and hazelnuts, in a light peanut oil base. Signature had an overpowering Bayberry/Musk scent reminiscent of the dim smoky candles used at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa monthly Coven and Hoedown.
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