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."
Eu chegava em casa, via a luz da secretária eletrônica piscando, e não me animava a saber dos amigos. Eu pensava: “Quanta gente para ligar de volta.”