It’s weird when, while you are partying in some bar, someone that you don´t know phones you in the middle of the night. It’s also weird that when you answer it no one says a word. But it’s weirder when, in the fifth or sixth phone call, he finally speaks to you and says that he is just in front of the door of your house waiting for you to give him the keys. You feel like “What the fuck!”. You try to understand what´s going on but you can´t. Finally you realize that the person who is calling you is your new flat mate, who has being travelling for a lot of hours since a far country and now is sited down in the middle of a dark street of an unknown city. Your pleasant landlord, who doesn´t even live in your continent, hasn´t tell you anything about this new tenant coming to live with you. Your kind landlord never had the brilliant idea of notifying you that you should stay at home this night to open the door to your new flat mate. He just gave your phone number to the poor guy, so he could call you when he arrives to the city. Your responsible landlord didn´t give a shit about the new tenant´s wait. Your responsible landlord didn´t give a fuck about your party plans for tonight. “Asshole”, you think.
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