You know how sometimes something really inconvenient happens but good comes out of it? Something that would never have occurred (or not for a while, at least) had you not been inconvenienced in the first place?
This morning was one of those mornings. At 5:44 a woman called looking for a local medical center. We used to get these phone calls in the wee hours of the night more often, but it hadn’t happened for a few years. You see, our home phone number has a difference of ONE number with the hospital’s general information/patient information line. It appears that there may be a 411 service that is giving out incorrect information.
The phone rang. I was sandwiched between two sleeping boys (but that’s the topic for another post at another time) For some reason the handset for the bedroom was not actually in the bedroom. Santi didn’t make it to a phone in time and the call went to voicemail. It went to a voicemail that was OBVIOUSLY NOT a medical center. Despite this, the phone rang again. Santi was up this time and answered before voicemail picked up. “No, this is not X medical center.” Then we heard it. The sound we hadn’t heard in almost a week! It was Santi’s alarm going off at 5:50. You see, a week ago Yago had been playing with Santi’s iPhone and we hadn’t been able to locate it. We also hadn’t really searched for it yet (Santi has since moved on to a Google phone, but still uses the iPhone as his morning alarm).
Thanks to this woman dialing the wrong the number, we were able to hear the phone that was in a kitchen cabinet making friends with pot lids. Somehow it still had enough charge!
Unfortunately, the woman called THREE more times after that (I mean, seriously?) still looking for the medical center. As if the next time she would dial it would magically send her there. Santi talked to her twice and I talked to her twice.
Santi is still waiting for Howie to ring our doorbell.
Ésta mañana a las 5:44 llamaron al teléfono buscando un hospital. Nuestro número de teléfono tiene solamente un número de diferencia con él del hospital. Por un lado fue muy inconveniente pero por otro lado, gracias a esa mujer, encontramos al iPhone de Yago padre. Yago hijo estaba jungando con el iPhone hace unos días y aún no lo habíamos encontrado. (en realidad, tampoco habíamos buscado)
Desafortunadamente, la mujer volvió a llamar 4 veces más…no estoy segura qué esperaba…¿que a la quinta vez iba a tener otro resultado?
Yago padre sigue esperando a una llamada de un programa de camara oculta.