I walk into a McDonald's, and don't buy anything, but I gather some condiments from a condiment bar - cheese, napkins, I think some lettuce, things for a salad. An employee comes by, tidying up, and though she pays no attention to me, I feel questionable. I'm not sure if I tell her, or just think to myself, but I have a justification - I think I had bought something earlier, and forgot the condiments, or something.

I take the condiments to what appears to be a work-related party, like we just finished a big project. Dena is here, and I think I brought the condiments for her. She's kind of sad, and it's a goodbye for her. Word is that she worked very hard on this project, was sort of the center of it, and now she's burned out.

Later I'm in a car with my parents, in the back seat behind the passenger, going somewhere for a few days, like a little vacation. I mention that I brought my smartphone, and my dad, who is driving, says that it will surely come in handy. But then I realize that I packed really poorly, and forgot the charger for it. I check the battery; it is already nearly discharged. Darn. I don't really want to buy another charger for it, either; I already have several at home.