{"id":3396,"date":"2025-01-30T06:00:00","date_gmt":"2025-01-30T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/casaruralconperrosgirona.com\/the-insomnia-of-some-and-the-anger-of-others-by-mastorrencito\/"},"modified":"2025-01-30T06:09:56","modified_gmt":"2025-01-30T06:09:56","slug":"the-insomnia-of-some-and-the-anger-of-others-by-mastorrencito","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/casaruralconperrosgirona.com\/en\/the-insomnia-of-some-and-the-anger-of-others-by-mastorrencito\/","title":{"rendered":"The insomnia of some and the anger of others by MasTorrencito"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n
When other people’s insomnia becomes your problem (or why you shouldn’t call at 2:30 a.m.)<\/strong><\/h5>\n\n
The night was at its peak. Silence enveloped the house like a warm blanket. Outside, there was only the sound of the wind rustling through the trees and the occasional off-key cricket that seemed to have had more coffee than necessary. \ud83c\udf19<\/p>\n\n
I was sleeping peacefully, hugging my pillow with the serenity of someone who has worked all day and only expects one thing from life at that moment: to rest<\/strong>. Until suddenly… <\/p>\n\n
\ud83d\udcde RIIING.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n
One ring.<\/p>\n\n
\ud83d\udcde RIIING.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n
Two rings.<\/p>\n\n
\ud83d\udcde RIIING.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n
Three rings.<\/p>\n\n
I open one eye with the speed and enthusiasm of a sloth after eating. Who the hell is calling at this hour?<\/strong> My mind was still in airplane mode. The shock hit me in the chest as if I had just been given an electric shock. Because of course, if someone calls you at 2:30 in the morning and insists, it’s because something serious has happened<\/strong>. <\/p>\n\n
Is there a fire? An accident? A family member in the emergency room? Has World War III broken out and I don’t know about it? <\/em><\/p>\n\n
With my heart in my mouth, I blindly fumble with the phone on my bedside table. The brightness of the screen dazzles me as if it were the sun itself and, blinking like a mole fresh from its burrow, I see an unknown number. <\/p>\n\n
I take a deep breath. If they call at this hour, it’s important.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n
But something tells me no.<\/p>\n\n
I decide not to answer. I place the cell phone face down and try to dive back into my sweet, well-deserved sleep. But I don’t. Because they call again<\/strong>. <\/p>\n\n
\ud83d\udcde RIIING.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n
\ud83d\udcde RIIING.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n
\ud83d\udcde RIIING.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n
Ah, no, this is already an attack. My cell phone, which has the “If they call you three times in a row, it’s an emergency” system activated, decides that this is a matter of life and death and wham!<\/em> it breaks my “Do Not Disturb” mode. <\/p>\n<\/figure>\n
With my brain already running at half throttle, I sit up in bed, glance at the screen and think: “I hope this is important, because if not, someone is going to know the dark side of my patience…”<\/em><\/p>\n\n
I answer.<\/p>\n\n
– Yes…<\/strong> (voice from beyond the grave, worthy of a s\u00e9ance).<\/p>\n\n
On the other side, a silence. A throat clearing. And then… <\/p>\n\n
– Hello… good evening… eh… I wanted to know if there are really no places left for Sant Joan, because in the planning it says that there are not, but I wanted to confirm…<\/strong><\/p>\n\n
I am in shock. I can’t process what I just heard. <\/p>\n\n
My mind takes a second to connect the neurons. Really? Did they wake me up for this?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n
I look at the clock. 2:34 a.m. <\/p>\n\n
This is not real. This is a social experiment. It has to be. <\/strong><\/p>\n\n
Because, let’s see… I understand that people have doubts about a reservation. I understand that. But is it necessary to call at 2:30 in the morning to ask?<\/strong> \ud83e\udd28 <\/p>\n\n
A tense silence falls over the phone. I rub my face with one hand, take a deep breath and, in an act of supreme maturity, hang up without saying a word<\/strong>. <\/p>\n\n
With the satisfaction of having made the best decision for my peace of mind, I turn off the screen and settle back on my pillow. I try to go back to sleep.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n
But of course, there’s no way. My brain is lit up like a neon in Las Vegas. <\/p>\n\n
\ud83c\udf2a\ufe0f Who in their right mind does this? Do people think this is a hotel with a 24-hour front desk? Have we lost our common sense? Why does everyone want things on the spot and can’t wait? <\/em> \ud83c\udf2a\ufe0f<\/p>\n\n
In the end, I see that it is already 4:30 in the morning and that the battle is lost. I get up, make myself a cup of coffee and the light bulb goes on.<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n
“What if I call you back?”<\/em><\/p>\n\n
Yes, I know. It’s not the mature thing to do. But I’m not Gandhi either and, at this point, my sense of humor is running in “passive-aggressive revenge” mode. <\/p>\n\n
I grab my cell phone, look up the number and, with a mischievous smile, dial.<\/p>\n\n
\ud83d\udcde RIIING…<\/em><\/p>\n\n
\ud83d\udcde RIIING…<\/em><\/p>\n\n
\ud83d\udcde RIIING…<\/em><\/p>\n\n
At the third tone, a confused voice responds, swept away by sleep:<\/p>\n\n
– Hello…?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n
And I, with all the calmness and gentleness in the world, let him go:<\/p>\n\n
– Hello, good morning.<\/strong> \u2600\ufe0f<\/p>\n\n
– Yes, that’s right, good morning. I’m Miguel, from Mastorrencito. I just got three calls from you at 2:30 in the morning and I wanted to know if a relative had died or something like that… <\/strong><\/p>\n\n
Silence.<\/p>\n\n
Hesitation on the other end of the line.<\/p>\n\n
– I just… I just… I didn’t realize what time it was… I’ll call you back.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n
And bam<\/em>, he hangs up on me.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n
And me, so happy<\/em>. \ud83d\ude0c <\/p>\n\n
Conclusion:<\/strong>If you don’t want to get a payback, think twice before calling someone at 2:30 in the morning.<\/strong>And above all, if they tell you that there are no places in the schedule… trust the schedule.<\/strong> \ud83d\ude02<\/p>\n\n
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From MasTorrencito we wish you a good day and may your dogs be with you!!!!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n
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