the hotel lobby

I was at a really fancy hotel.  I walked through the revolving doors and noticed there was a baby sitting there in a pretty dangerous location.  They weren't designed well and there was a space that created a corner.  I imagined many people could get things caught--fingers, coats, bags, etc. This certainly wasn't a good place for a random baby to hang out.  The child was quite content. I wondered why no one had done anything.  Everyone kept going, and I did the same, while I thought that I should do something.  

I went to the concierge.  It was the nice front desk guy from the St. James that I see a few days a week.  I told him about the baby in the revolving doors.  He asked if it was crying, and I told him the child seemed quite happy.  As we went into the revolving doors the older woman in front of us picked up the baby and held it so it was like the child was flying.  This wasn't her kid, but I felt a lot less responsible now that someone had done something about the baby.  I also felt dumb that I didn't just pick the kid up in the first place.  I had to go get the concierge...

later I remember...

I went to the dessert table to get some tiramisu.  I made a mess trying to get it on my plate because some woman said something to me while I was transferring the spoonful to my plate.  I was distracted and looked away at a crucial moment.  Then I realized that the woman had said something completely racist to me.  She was really old, possibly a little crazy. I told her I didn't appreciate her commentary and walked away.