The menu on the chalk board clearly stated that Orts were the only item being served. The kitchen and wait staff at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were busy preparing for New Years Eve festivities. None the less, out of the corner of his eye, the Face of Everyman spotted two unhappy customers approaching. His otherwise nimble mind tried to come up with something, some appeasement. Following heated words, the venerable sage reluctantly presented each with complementary coupons, good for one Bloody Mary tomorrow morning between 6 and 10 AM.
Daisy was a department store clerk in NYC. Her coworkers were amazed when her Facebook page started to explode in selfies of her on vacation snorkeling in tropical waters. All were envious at first, until someone recognized that distinguished monolith, the Face of Everyman. A quick search of the web confirmed that Daisy was really at the posh Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The ruse was up, but she still had stories to tell.