It was always a uncomfortable time for the Face of Everyman when the auditors descended on the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage had used creative bookkeeping to make things look right, “all proper” as they say. But these guys were expert bean counters. No ledger was so artfully cross-indexed that they couldn’t spot the flaw. However, each left with a bottle of Old Crow Kentucky Bourbon; a modest gift from a grateful franchise manager.
The Mrs. is busy building her first nest. She will use the dried grasses and sticks found nearby in the forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Construction materials are made pliable by soaking. Yada, yada, yada. the Face of Everyman didn’t care about all that kind of talk; he wanted to recount his whole litany of complaints: standing on his face, muddying the pristine waters, hogging the pool, . . .
Hermione was always finding fault with Wycliffe. Today it was orts on his vest. This odd couple obviously planned on nesting somewhere close by in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Poor the Face of Everyman her tirades were raucous and could drown out a buzz saw. Maybe one of them would be called up for National Guard emergency duty.
A new family had heard of the magical land of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Their first visit was a disappointment. They were not to scale; too large. the Face of Everyman suggested that they bathe at the fountain in the nearby village. They were nice enough . . . but “E” knew that they would be back.
Lucille wished that she hadn’t chosen a Sports Bar in which to announce her engagement to Spud. But she had and that was that. Her Mom was happy for her. Her Dad liked the Beer Nuts that they served at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Spud and Dad bonded right away. Both were big fans of the New England Patriots. the Face of Everyman stared on in amazement.
Alcander came over to apologize for all the ruckus that disturbed the afternoon nap of the Face of Everyman. Even though the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is a UN designated sanctuary, nests beyond the perimeter are fair game for marauders. “A” recounted how it took about five crows to fight off a freebooting fledgling. “an Eagle at that.” “A” said with pride.
Arnie and Bosworth were scouting movie locations for their upcoming Indie film. They asked tough questions. Could the Face of Everyman be moved to make room for the Hydroplane chase scenes? Could the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa provide special food for the cast of African Greys and hill Mynas? Of course, “E” asked to see everyone’s H2B visa. There was a long pause . . . Arnie pretended to take a call on his cell. Bosworth beckoned to the Limo driver. They were gone by the time Everyman regained his composure.