the Face of Everyman recognized this feral cat, an infrequent visitor to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Despite the feeling of stark terror, the venerable sage composed himself enough to ask: “Sup?” Saturday’s Child had a request: “Could someone just scratch my head and pull on my tail?” “E” suggested that if “SC” could wait a few minutes the kindly ol’ pensioner would be back from the village Coffee Shop and would be glad to “pull on his tail to a fare-thee-well”.
Cool Contacts
The Hazmat twins found pleasure in baiting the Face of Everyman. As All Hallows’ Eve celebrations approached these rascals used every opportunity to perfect their skills at “tricking” rather than “treating.” Residents at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa suspected that the twins were the ones who turned over the Cabana huts last year. This year a Pinkerton agent would be on scene to prevent most acts of mischief. Almost everyone agreed that blue contacts on Rogue and Scallywag looked pretty cool.
Aikido
the Face of Everyman was Sensei at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Dojo. Seen above is an exhibition match are the local favorites in this form of defensive martial arts. Only ardent fans can distinguish which is the favored Momotaro and which is the underdog Kichirou. To the uninformed it appeared to be a ritualistic melee.
Gift Tote
Evangeline, had just received her kit for her new role as door-to-door sales person for cosmetics and gift cards. She had exclusive rights to the the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa zip code residents. So guess which sleeping curmudgeon she chose to be her very first customer? Right. Yet, the Face of Everyman was never one to suppress entrepreneurial zeal; he ordered two of everything, and picked the free gift tote in blue.
Swimming
Heloise had enrolled in the Synchronized Swimming class at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Apparently, when the colorful brochures were printed the folks at Corporate didn’t know that this resort had only a wading pool. Never the less the Face of Everyman would coach her thru the Fall semester; at which time she could transfer to the Olympic sized pool at Hilton Towers. Her Mom ran ads on Craig’s List seeking suitable swimming partners. “H” was focused on her Olympic dreams.
CIA
Coriander successfully passed all course materials for the Culinary Institute of American; waggishly referred to by some as the CIA. But as art imitates life, “C” was assigned to infiltrate the three star rated restaurant at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Could a fresh eye and a critical palate substantiate continued endorsement? The report was damning. Pate tasted like calf’s liver. Wine came in a box. The paella was prepared from the rice swept up after each wedding. The veal was in reality breast of Easter Bunny. Noodle dishes drained and rinsed Thai take-out from the village. As their legal representative the Face of Everyman fought long and hard for a second chance. Coriander could make no promises. It wasn’t up to him. Salads of local organics and new menu items appeared almost immediately. Wines from “E’s” own cellar were served with the first course. Of course, the kindly ol’ pensioner slept soundly high above, in the great manor house, oblivious to the machinations below.
Zumba
the Face of Everyman had suggested that Johnny Dark Eyes sign up for one of the Fall dance and fitness classes being offered by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The rhythm and beat of Zumba dancing appealed to “J”. Problems arose when his exuberance caused him to levitate. Under the circumstances he was permitted to transfer his fee to the Wednesday evening book club.
Security
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Security Team was about to be given a failing grade by Corporate when it was discovered that returning Time Travelers were not subject to rigid passport scrutiny. Seen above is Elizabeth returning from a rehab facility in the near future. She is fully prepared to resume her classroom duties for the Fall semester at the Montetorkie school. In the end, only the Face of Everyman was admonished for not advising security of such infrequent eventualities. Link leads to a previous post: https://torkelsbirds.com/2017/06/23/schoolmarm/
Asylum
Boris a cobbler and Natasha a seamstress claimed that they were here to seek asylum from some obscure oppressive regime. Only the Face of Everyman sensed their true motives. In truth, this charming couple were here to hack the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Casino slots and gaming machines. The venerable sage quickly put freeze on all his accounts; world-wide. Link leads off site: https://tinyurl.com/gvhry43
Tsunami
On rainy days the students at the Montetorkie School would remain indoors and watch contemporay instructional and safety films. No longer shown were such rainy day classics as “Nanook of the North” or “Duck and Cover Drills”. Seen above is a clip from a recent film, “Tsunami Survival” shot on location at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman refused to have his name in the acting credits. Instead he appears as: Rock—-Anomymous. His theatrical agent still demanded ten percent.
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