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."
Volvía a casa, veía la luz roja del contestador titilar y en vez de alegrarme de que mis amigos me llamaran, pensaba: «Cuánta gente a la que tengo que llamar».