I’m in a hotel and my father is old and sick. I keep trying to call the front desk for help.
I go into the basement and there is a huge laundry room with dozens of rows of washers and dryers. I start doing my laundry.
I tell a female friend that Jodie Foster is coming over for dinner and she’s excited and nervous.
I start cleaning up and pick up stacks and stacks of newspapers. While I do so I discuss with my friend that I’ve seen a number of plays recently.
I see a woman on the street who says she works for a jewelry store. I ask how much it will cost to have my pearls restrung. She says it will be $30 to $50. I give her the pearls and she puts them in her pocket. Later I think that was dumb because she will steal them.
