So by this time, all this rejection by all the Doggies and street performers had made me starving and I popped into La Chunga, my favorite French Bistro for a profiterole.

Surely someone there would want to hear my sandman love story with it's twists and turns and appropriately unhappy denoument, maybe a diner, maybe a waiter, the 1970's style French singer, the maitre de, the bus boy surely someone had a few minutes for me, I had to talk, tell all. Release my emotions somehow.