This might have been in Alaska. I might have been 6 or 7. In any case I have a memory of staying in a hotel room with my grandparents. The cleaning lady entered while we were still in the room. My grandparents didn’t speak English so I had to translate. She was very friendly and walked me through all the steps of making a bed. I remember that she demonstrated how to fold a corner of a top sheet (what the hell are top sheets anyway, white people are so weird) in under the mattress, perfectly crisp. Then she tried to make me do one. I failed terribly. She still gave me a quarter as a tip. My grandfather tried to actually tip her but she wouldn’t accept it. I remember him following the lady up and down the hallway with bills in his hand while she laughingly yelled at him in half Spanish and half English. I don’t know if she ever accepted the money. I’m still terrible at making beds.