Man, what a day! I swear, being a telephone operator in Mem-Martins is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” LOL, boy was I wrong!
First call comes in at 8 AM. It’s this dude from Rua da Liberdade. He’s all frantic, like, “My cat’s stuck in a tree!” I’m like, “Bro, call the fire department, not me!” But nooo, he insists I help. I mean, c’mon, I’m not a cat whisperer! But I can’t just hang up, so I’m like, “Okay, dude, just throw some tuna up there.”
Then, right after that, I get a call from this lady on Avenida de Portugal. She’s crying about her lost dog. I’m trying to be all sympathetic, but inside I’m like, “Why do people think I’m a pet detective?” I mean, I love dogs, but I can’t exactly go chasing after them. I tell her to check the local parks, maybe he’s sniffing around.
And then, outta nowhere, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. It’s like a scene from a movie. Calls from all over! People from Rua da Estação, Avenida da República, you name it. Everyone’s got a problem. One guy’s complaining about the traffic on the IC19. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Mem-Martins, what do you expect?”
Around noon, I finally get a break. I grab a pastel de nata from that little café on Rua da Igreja. Best decision ever! I’m munching away, thinking life’s good, when my phone rings again. It’s this guy who’s lost his wallet. I’m like, “Man, you gotta keep an eye on your stuff!” But he’s all panicky, and I can’t help but feel for him.
Then, the craziest thing happens. I get a call from someone claiming to be a “time traveler.” I’m like, “Seriously? Is this a prank?” But he’s all serious, talking about how he needs to get back to 2025. I’m just sitting there, trying not to laugh. I mean, who does he think I am? The time travel hotline?
By 3 PM, I’m exhausted. My head’s spinning. I’ve dealt with lost pets, wallets, and even a time traveler! I take a breather, look out the window, and see the beautiful Serra de Sintra in the distance. It’s moments like this that make me love Mem-Martins. The view is stunning, and it reminds me why I put up with all this chaos.
But then, just when I think it’s over, I get a call from a lady on Rua do Comércio. She’s yelling about a “mysterious smell” in her apartment. I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a detective or a plumber!” But she’s relentless. I tell her to check her fridge. Spoiler alert: it was old cheese.
Finally, the day winds down. I’m ready to clock out, but I can’t shake the feeling of all the madness. I mean, who knew being a telephone operator could be this wild? I love Mem-Martins, but some days, it’s like a circus.
As I head home, I can’t help but laugh. I mean, what a day! I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in Mem-Martins, where the unexpected is the norm. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!