Minion was appointed to look into the matter of the lack of heated pool water at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman claimed no responsibility in the matter and in fact professed that he looked statesman like with thin rim of ice around his waist. The venerable sage made a mental note to take the stock tank heater out of storage and plug it in before nightfall. Right now a nice hot mug of Mulled Cider sounded good.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was put under close scrutiny by a renown restaurant guide. Reports of poor food and patchy serving were issues of deep concern. A prestigious Three Star rating was in serious jeopardy. the Face of Everyman tried to be helpful without implicating himself. The kindly ol’ pensioner and corporate stockholders might have to own up and take the fall on these scurrilous allegations.
the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure he could broker a marriage this late in the season; but his client was despairing of leaving this vale of tears without ever knowing marital bless. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had shuttered the Wedding Garden leaving only the Elvis Chapel equipped for impromptu ceremonies. Carlisle was more than willing to sign a 30 day short form brokerage agreement with the price left blank for the moment. The venerable sage knew it was time to put the emergency phone-tree into action. He seldom let any fee slip through grasp.
the Face of Everyman had applied for a temporary license to operate a Sweat Lodge off of tribal lands. He had the paper work somewhere in his sea chest to verify that he was an ordained Shaman in a variety of First Nation Confederations. However, the inspector was here to examine every aspect of his permit application. With so much official scrutiny Risk Management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa head office was unwilling to sign off. A County Commissioner’s hearing was set for late September. Undaunted, E went back to preparing for tonight’s Pyrotechnic Extravaganza.