I would come home and I would see the red light flashing on my answering machine, and instead of being thrilled to hear from my friends, I would think, "What a lot of people that is to have to call back."
Chegava a casa, via a luz vermelha a piscar no gravador de chamadas e, em vez de ficar satisfeito por ouvir os meus amigos, eu pensava: "Tantas pessoas para que tenho de ligar".