Wednesday, April 13, 2012
Accurately wrong deductions
I am staying at hotel for some sort of event that may have ended.
I know I've been having some major issues with management, but in retrospect I do not know what.
In my room, I am wearing a white t-shirtand... that's it.
I find all manner of Stuff in the room, as though I'm in a room whilst it's being renovated.
I am weary of the problems with management, and standing at the large white door to the room I lean my head against the door, when I notice it's being gently unlocked from the other side.
I throw open the door to see a matronly woman
in retrospect she resembles
in a Trelawney-esque set of eyeglasses.
She is startled that I have caught her trying to enter my room, and with a horrified gasps she backs up a few steps, then turns and walks away quite hastily.
I call after her accusingly, demanding to know who she is, why she's entering my room
(wearing a pants suit, she clearly is not a maid),
but she does not answer my inquiries nor turn as she hastens away.
I suddenly notice the white doors to my room are doubles, as though I am in a large suite, but the door in my hand is not actually connected to anything, and even lining it up with the other regular door, the doorway width is wider than the two doors together.
A tall door-thickness piece of wood leans against the wall as to to accomodate the loose door not reaching the door jamb.
I working at setting the loose door up with the other door, so the doorway/entrance to the room is "safe," as it were.
I do not realize until retrospect that the door I opened was the "wrong door," that is, that if double doors, it would have been the right door with the mechanism on the left side of the door, and the loose door I ended up holding, despite being the same door, "became" the other door, either with the mechanism on its other side, or no mechanism which would be within the other, closed double-door.
Suddenly two young women espy me and somehow believe I am part of a film making conference going on.
One of the two girls doing most of the interacting is very attractive, with very dark hair, glasses, and a well-curved, filled-out white t-shirt.
She does much of the talking, not much of which I wish to contradict.
She asks what I do in the Industry.
"Apart from talent," I start.
"I've done some script-editing, photography, and directing"
(when I said script-editing I was using the wrong term: I meant script-doctoring).
She is impressed and highly flirty, and somehow believes I am visiting from Canada, and considering moving to Los Angeles.
"Well," I say, not really correcting her.
"I have a permanent rental box in Sherman Oaks."
She all but squeals that she "guessed corrected," and she insists on giving me her information, despite never indicating what she does
(in the industry).
She then suddenly holds me extremely close to her as she slowly and almost erotically begins to write her information on a small white card, but as I carefully enjoy the pleasure of her contact, I risk "mistakently" brushing against her ample breasts and either she doesn't notice or she enjoys it, and I began to caress them a bit.
As she finishes writing down her information I ask her if she'd like my card, which she does.
I walk up some stairs next to my room that lead to a side entrance to my room
(on a slightly higher floor, it seems),
along the top of which next to the door
(accessable to all),
is a rack of my clothing, much of which in real life is in storage.
The girl has slightly followed up the stairs, seemingly unaware that beside a t-shirt, I'm not wearing anything.
She gleefully starts making rather ludicrous deductions about me based on seeing some of my older camo jackets, declaring I'm part of some Special Forces unit or such, as only one would wear a specific jacket.
I choose not to reveal many were bought at army-navy surplus stores, and my larger NATO jacket was purchased at a Maryland Goodwill due to the express fact the name-tag still sewn on reads Delgado.
I give her my card, though noting the breast pocket from which I take one is seriously torn, and it's amazing they've not fallen out.