Thaddeus felt a calling but just what eluded him. He’d been a butcher, a baker, a candle stick maker. He was here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to interview for a new position as elevator operator. the Face of Everyman was at a loss to understand such a need. Most guests checked in with no luggage and could find their own way to their rooms.
The County Chain Gang had been assigned to clean up the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa after the storm. But, as usual, they left a bigger mess. Seen above is a frequent and prominent guest picking his way thru tobacco shreds after the smokers had been instructed to field strip their cigarettes and leave no trace of the butts. the Face of Everyman regretted that he had invented the filter tip. https://tinyurl.com/ybgmjez3
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