Every year about this time the Face of Everyman makes a pronouncement about the weather and temperatures expected for the next three months. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is regarded as being in the Banana belt; as such few locals migrate to the sunny climes of Mexico. Rodney hopes that the venerable sage will utter a dreadful forecast. One that will give him every reason to leave and make a fresh start somewhere that folks don’t know him.
Parsimonious relied on coupons, in-store bargains and promo codes to stretch her meager school crossing guard salary. Seen above, she is determined to remain in the heated waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa until asked to leave. The free one hour trial soak is nearly up. As kindness, as well as a courtesy, the Face of Everyman tries not to bring attention to her by staring.
Phidias was visibly upset. All this talk of Turkey and dressing, Sweet Potato Pie, and such was distressing. Management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa must not have clue about the dietary habits of their guests and the locals. the Face of Everyman tried not to show emotion as he fantasized about giblet gravy and sharing the wishbone with his neighbor and mystical colleague, the Goddess of Perpetual Hunger. Somewhere in the background the venerable sage could hear “P” make his pitch for healthful Thanksgiving Day Smoothies.