Weeks ago the Face of Everyman had prematurely handed out a few promotional vouchers for his Sweat Lodge. The County had yet to authorized its use at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Now here was an irate customer with his legal counsel claiming irreparable harm to his health and plumage. It seems that the during the test phase of the mist maker the mist was mistakenly thought to be emanating from a sweat lodge. Without realizing the deleterious effects of long term exposure; the customer spent the night . . .
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.